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PREFACE. 

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2.    ihe  Cohesion,  referred  to  at  the  begin- 

lection  of  Pialms  and  Hymns  of  Angular  merit 
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TABLE 

OF       FIRST       LINES, 


A. 

Hymn,  8cc: 

AFORMof  words  tho'  e'er  fo  found,    65 
Ah  !  lovely  appearance  of  death,        326 

Ah  !   what  can  I  do,  336 

Aias!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed,  83 

Alas  !   what  hourly  dangers  rife,  89 

All  gracious  God,  thy  people  blefs,  152 

All  ye  that  pafs  by,  261 

Almighty  God  of  truth  and  love,  107 

Am  I  a  foldier  of  the  crofs,  97 

And  is  it  yer,  dear  Lord,  a  doubt,  259 

And  mull  this  body  die,  228 

And  now,  my  foul,  another  year,  76 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condefcend,  108 

Another  fix  days  work  is  done,  1 3 

Arife  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs,  75 

Arife,  G  King  of  grace,  arife,  10  t 

Affift  us.  Lord,  thy  name  to  praife,  56 

Awake  and  fing  the  fong,  163 

Awake  my  (bul,  and  with  the  fun,  244 

Awake  my  foul  in  joyful  lays,  16 

Awake  my  foul,  awake  mine  eyes,  254 

Awake  our  drowfy  fouls,  276 

Awake,  fweet  gratitude,   and  fing,  .              63 

Awake,  ye  Saints,  and  lift  your  eyes,  84 


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TABLE. 

g. 

E  F  O  R  E  Jehovah's  awful  throne,  u 

Before  thy  throne,  eternal  King,  2Q] 
Behold  the  morning  fun, 

Befet  wuh  fnares  on  cv/ry  hand,  ,5 

Be  with  me  Lord,   where  e'er  I  go,  ,  j 

Befs,  Q  my  foul,  the  living  God;  '  ?| 
Bleft  are  the  fouls,  that  hear  and  know, 
melt  is  the  man,  who  (huns  the  place, 
Bkft  is  the  man,  forever  bleft, 

Bow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  * 

fo  glefs,  O  my  foul  the  living  God  l\ 

•^cthren ,  let  us  join  to  bids,  "1 

Broad  is  the  way  that  leads  to  death,  Zg 

C. 

V^   Chnft  and  h.scrofs  is  all  our  theme,  4'j 

C .nftians  m  your  fevcral  Rations,  Qiq 

«  -ome  all  harmonious  tongue*  A 

Come,  dcareftLord,  defeend  and  dwell,  ,2 

^defeend,0  heavenly  Spirit,        '  ^1 

<;omc    holy  Spirit,   come,               Z           '  „2 

Come  holy  Spirit  heavenly  dove,  Q. 

Come  hither  all  ye  weary  'fouls,  % 

Come  humble  fihners,  m  whole  brcaft,  66 

Come  in  ye  blelfed  of  your  God,  l86 

Come    let  us  join  our  chearful  fongs,  1QO 

Come    O     '  rd,WaiTreathlan§L"dhea^?  3o 

Come,  O  my  foul,   and  fi„g,  X 

Come  fmners,,  faith  the  mighty  God,  55 

Come 


TABLE. 

Come  found  his  praife  abroad,  2 

Come  thou  Almighty  King,  ^ 

Come  thou  font  of  every  bleffing,  „* 

Come  we  that  love  the  Lord,  ° 2; 

Come  weary  fouls,  with  fin  diftrefs'd,  i<>8 

Come  ye  finners,  come  to  fefus,  ~ 

Come  ye  finners,  poor  and  wretched,  ilz 

Curit  be  the  man,  for  ever  curft,  J44 

D. 

p\  EAR  Jefus  here  comes.  9Qn 

JLJ  Death  as  a  fleep  or  gentle  dofe,  2 

Dilrmfs  us  with  thy  blefling,  Lord,  aff 

Does  it  not  grief  and  wonder  move,        i  !7 

Do  we  not  know  that  folemn  word,  Jg 
Dread  Sov'reign,  let  my  evening  W,          2Q, 

Dreis  uniform  the  foldier  wears,  g? 

E. 

P  A  R  T  H  has  detained  me  priPner  long,  34 

J^   Encourag'd  by  thy  word,  6'2^ 

Ere  I  fleep  for  every  favour,  °\ 

Eternal  power,  whole  high  abode,  It 

gternal  fource  of  joys  divine,  ^ 

Eternal  wifdpm.  thee  we  praife,  26 

F. 

pAR  fV0m  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone,   » 

F  (uFat};^'  be'^  ^  hence  depart,    *  '   68 

father,   I  fing  thy  wondVous  grace,  °| 

Father,  I  fetch  my  hands  to  thee^  10o 
a  4                         Esther 


TABLE. 

Hymn,  &c. 

Father,  (if  thou  my  Father  art.)  328 

Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ecir,  204 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word,  28 

Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace,  179 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns,  10 

From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  (hall  rife,  8q 


GIVE  thanks  to  God  moft  high,  270 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praife,  42 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high,  oqi 

Glory  to  God,  who  gave  the  word,  82 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night,  243 

Go,  preach  my  Gotyei,  faith  the  Lordj  199 

God  moves  in  a  myftcrious  way,  79 

God  of  all  confolation  take,  92 

God  of  my  falvation  hear,  277 

Gracious  Lord,  incline  thine  ear*  288 

Grace!  tis a  charming  found,  16a 

Great  former  of  this  various  frame,  45 

Great  Father  of  mankind,  195 

Great  God  indulge  my  humble  claim,  41 

Great  God  of  wonders,  all  thy  ways,  329 

Great  God,  the  Heav'ns  well  order'd  frame,  332 

Great  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  fkies,  212 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great,  198 

M. 

HA  I  L,  Alpha  and  Omega,  hail,  249 

Hail,  thou  once  defcifed  Jefus,  goo 

Hark,  froaa  the  tombs  a  doleful  found,  225 

Hark' 


TABLE. 
r»     ,   ,  r  Hymn,  &c. 

Hark  !  my  foul,  it  is  the  Lord,  284 

Haik!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy,  31^ 

He  comes  he  comes,   the  judge  feyere,  321 

He  dies,  the  Heavenly  lover  dies,  127 

He  is  a  God  of  fovereign  love,  01 

Hear  me  O  Redeemer  hear,  280 

Here  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  wait,  177 

High  in  the  Heav'ns,  eternal  God,  49 

HoCannah  to  Jefus  on  High,  007, 

Hofannah  to  the  Prince  of  Light,  ,64 

Hofannah  with  a  chearful  founds  2a8 

How  are  thy  glories  here  difplayed,  1 80 

How  beautious  are  their  feet,       .  2q  3 

How  condefcending  and  how  kind,  1 78 
How  firm  a  foundation  the  faints  of  the 

Lord,  34% 

How  happy  is  the  Chriftian  fbte,  121 

How  ploaf'd  and  bleft  was  I,  106 

How  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  drove,  i4» 

How  fad  our  ftate  by  nature  is,  tQt 

How  fhortand  haity  is  our  life,  ,0, 

* 
I. 

I    Long  to  behold  him  aray'd,  nQ& 

I  love  thy  charming  name,  eg 

111  praife  my  Maker  with  ir.v  breath,  on  i 

I'mtirVi  of  vifits,  modes  and  forms,  208 
In  a  world  of  fin  and  forrow, 
In  fwcet  exalted  drains, 
In  fuch  a  grave  as  this, 

Ifrael  in  ancient  days,  268 

In  vain  Apollo's  filver  tongue,  60 

Is  this  the  kind  return,  ,55 

Jcfus, 


300 

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T    A    B     I,     E, 

J 

Jefus,  and  (hall  it  ever  be,  *7a 

jefu,  friend  of  linnets  hear,  27S 

jefus,  let  thy  pitying  eye,  279 

jefus  mighty  King  in  Zion,  302 

jefus  my  All  to  heav'n  is  gone,  143 

Jefus,  O  word  divinely  fweet,  180 

jefi:,   Redeemer,   Saviour,   Lord,  102 

VJefus,   the  eternal  Son  of  God,  32 

'jeius,  we  bow  before  thy  feet,"  192 

K 
r  ingdom  of  God  not  in  word,  but  in  power  65 
Kind  is  the  fpeech  of  Chriftour  Lord.  137 


K 


LA  M  3  of  God,  we  fall  before  thee,  301 

Let  ail  our  tongues  be  one,  102 

Let  all  the  earth,  their  voices  raife,  333 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend,  9° 

Let  them  neglect  thy  glory  Lord,  9 

Let  thy  dented  fervant  go,  2°* 

Let  us  love,  and  ling,  and  wonder,  3'1" 

Light  of  thofe,  whole  dreary  dwelling,  299 

Long  did  my  foul  in  Jefus'  form,  1 4°  ' 

Long  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found,  1 15 
Lo  he  comes  in  clouds  defcending, 

Lo !  he  cometh  countlefs  trumpets,  31 1 

Lo  the  Almighty  King  of  glory,  3CJ] 

Lord  at  thy  table  1  behold,  17° 

.Lord  blefs  thy  faints  affembled  here.  197 

Lord  haft  thou  fuffer'd  me  to  fee,  *39 

Lciu 


TABLE. 

Lord  how  divine  our  comforts  are,  180 

Lord  how  myfterious  are  thy  wavs,  t  ^ 

Lord  how  (hall  wretched  Tinners  dare,  210 

Lord  in  the  morning  thou  (halt  hear,  o 

Lord  difmifs  us  with  thy  ble  fling,  n^ 

Lord  I  am  vile  conceiv'd  in  fin,  257 

Lord  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs,  104 

Lordjefus,  when,  when  mail  it  be,  3£-6 

Lord  look  on  all  affembled  here,  216 

Lord  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray,  208 

Lord  we  come  before  thee  now,          ..  r>8-> 

Lord  what  a  feeble  piece,  o2q 

Lord  what  a  wretched  land  is  this,  2-1 

Lord  when  I  read  the  traytor's  doom,  %7 
Lord  when  our  raptur'd  thoughts  furvey 
Lord  when  thou  didfc  afcend  on  high, 


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Loud  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  fqurldp  46 

M 

1\  If  I  N  E  eyes  and  my  defire,  3  J, 
1V1  Miftakenfoulsthat  dream  of  heav'n,  xol 

Moil,  righteous  God,  my  doom  I  bear,  2q6 

My  drowfy  powers  why  fleep  ye  fo,  tf2 

VI  y  God,  how  endlefs  is  thv  love,  2  ,5 

My  God  in  whom  are  all  the  fprinls,  ,  L 

My  God    my  God,  and  mull  I  die,  l£ 

My  God  my  life,  my  love,  % 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife,  ,2t 

M}  God    my  portion,  and  my  love,  t. 

My  Lord;  how  great's  the  favour,  081 

Vly  Saviour,  my  Almighty  friend,  8~ 

My  Saviour's  pierced  fide,  1  r/, 

My 


TABLE. 

Hymn,  &<z. 

My  foul  come  meditate  the  day,  224 

My  foul  how  lovely  is  the  place.  37 

N 

NAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came,  96 

Not  all  the  blood  of  hearts,  ib2 

Not   all  the  nobles  of  the  earth,  25b 

Not  unto  us  but  thee  alone,  72 
Now  begin  the  Heavenly  theme,             -         2®9 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts,  242 

Now  from  the  roaring  Han's  rage,  105 

Now  in  the  heal  of  youthful  Wood,  1 49 

New  keep  me  ftedfaft  deareft  Lord,  *74 

Now  let  our  voices  join,  lfc>1 

Now  Lord  another  of  thy  days,     .  &40 

Now  Lord  the  heavenly  feed  is  fown,  85 

Now  Lord  thy  blefling  add,  lD7 

Now  may  the  God  of  peace  and  love,  7 1 

Now  'may  the  Spirit  holy   fire,  ^  l 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  long,  134 

Now  Chrift  again  to  me  appears,  343 
O 

OCome  let  us  join,  2c° 
O  dcareit  Lo'rd,  give  me  an  heart,        120 
Of  all  the  ioys  we  mortals  know,           y       13° 

O  1  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day,  J  47 
O  for  an  heart-to  love  my  God, 

O  for  a  thoufand  tongues  to  f:«g,  ° 

O  my  foul  was  form'd  for  woe,  **9 

6ft   as  the  bell  with  folemn  toil,  123 

Oft  I  refle&  upon  thy  grace,  9° 
Often  I  feck  my  God  by  aifth£               Q     »5£ 


TABLE 

i-\   t  i  t-       i  Hymn,  &c. 

U  Jelus,  our  Lord.  2£2 

°  Jefu>  Jefu,  deareft  Lord,  85 

O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great,      40 

Once  more  before  we  part,  1^r 

Once  more  my  foul  the  riling  day,  247 

Once  more  we  come  before  our  God.  2. 

O  that  my  load  of  fin  were  gone,  10<> 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways,  57 

O  thou,  whofe  tender  mercies  hears/  78 

O  what  fhall  I  do  to  retrieve*  022 

Our  Saviour  alone,  „,*J 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs,  fa 

P 

T>  L  E  A  #D  we  read  in  facred  florjr,  3o7 

A      Praifeto  the  Lord,  who  bows  his'ear,  211- 

Predous  bible  what  a  treafure,  o  1 7 

Prefs'd  my  foul  with  future  profpea,          .  30$ 

R 

REJOICE  the  Lord  is  Kin?,  267 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate,  227 

Rich  grace,  free  grace,  moft  l'wectly  call'd  61 

Repent  and  be  baptis'd,  0?1 

Rife  my  foul  adore  thy  maker,  ^qt 

Rife  my  foul  and  ftretch  thy  wings,  W* 


O  ALVATION  is  forever  nigh, 

*<J   Salvation  to  our  God, 

Saviour  X  do  feci  thy  merit*,  Q~£ 


126 

303 
Saviour 


TABLE. 

Saviour  vifit  thy  plantation,  316 

See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne,  215 

See  how  the  mounting  fun,  241 

See  how  the  willing  converts  trace,  173 

Sinners  obey  the  gofpel  word,  145 

Shew  pity  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive,  147 

Sleep  downy  deep  come  clofe  mine  eyes,  255 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs,  52 

Soon  as  I  hear'd  my  father  fay,  1 1  1 

Sprinkled  with  reconciling  blood,  11 

Stay  thou  infulted  fpirit  (lay,  155 

Strclch'd  on  tls^e  crofs  the  Saviour  dies,  181 

Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace,  33 


•  HP  H  A  T  doleful  night  before  his  death,    1 87 

JL     The  church  a  garden  is,  266 

Thee'We  adore  eternal  name,  2-21 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns,  164 

The  God  or  Abraham  praife,  264. 

The  great  Redeemer  we  adore,  171 
The  God  of  glory  fend /"his  fummons  forth,  340 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory  Lord,  48 

The  king  of  faints  how  fair  his  face,  50 

The  Lord  defcending  from  above,  8 

The  Lord  how  fearful  is  his  name,  250 

The  Lord  how  glorious  is  his  face,  184 

%he  Lord  my  fhepherd  and  my  guide,  217 

The  Lord  of  earth  arid  iky,  265 

The  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee,  J  2 

The  prefenceof  thy  grace  impart,  200 

The  Saviour  calls  let  every  ^r,  t        5 


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TABLE. 

The  Tinner  that  by  precious  faith,  1 1 8 

The  fouls  that  would  to  Jefus  prefs,  94 

The  fpacious  firmament  on  high,  x  24 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight,  -o 

This  fpecious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's,  131 

Tho'  troubles  affail  and  dangers  affright  qq& 

Thou  art,  OGod,   aipirit  pure,              '  44 

Thou  God  of  glorious  Majeftv,  297 

Thou  only  fburce  of  true  delight,  7 

Thy  prefence  Saviour  may  1  feel,  j  23 

*Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know,  0H.5 

HTis  falfe  thou  vile  accufcr,  go,  1 1  ;> 
'Tisfiniflrd  the  Redeemer  faid, 


Thus  was  the  great  Redeemer  nurg'd, 
bus  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord, 


290 
1:0 


To  day  God  bids  the  faithful  reft,'  2°66 

To  praife  the  ever  bounteous  Lord,  2^9 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name,  88- 

lothee,  my  God,  I  hourly  figh.  93 

To  thee  who  reign'ft  iupreme  above,  213 

To  thme  Almighty  arm  we  owe,  298 

T'was  the  com  million  of  our  Lord,  109 

U 

UPWARD.    I  lift  mine  eyes,  269 
V 

\T  A I  N  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men,  11  j 
Vain  man,  thy  fond  purfuits  forbear,  222 
W 

XST  E : are  a  pr^en  wall'd  around,  1  35. 

\  »    We  needs  mud  die,  who  banifh'd  lie,  20  | 

'  We 


TABLE. 

Hymn,  &c» 

We  fins  to  thee  whofe  wifdom  form'd,  253 

,Well  m°et  dear  friends  in  Jefus  name,  20b 

Welcome  fweet  day  of  reft, 

Welcome  thou  well  belov'd  of  God. 

What  different  pow'rs  of  grace  and  iin, 

What  good  news  the  angels  bring, 

What  heav'nly  man,  or  lovely  God, 

What  fcenes  of  horror  and  of  deatn,- 

What  (hall  I  render  to  my  God, 

What  think  ye  of  Ghrift  is  the  telt, 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet. 

What  wifdom,  majefty  and  grace. 

When  all  thy  mercies  O  my  God, 

When  Abra'm  full  of  facred  awe, 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 

When,  gracious  Lord,  when  (hall  it  be, 

When  fcan  read  my  title  clear, 

When  I  furvey  the  wond;rous  crofs, 

When  Jofeph  his  brethren  behe  d, 

When*  O  dear  Jefus,  when  Ihall  1, 

When  the  fierce  north  wind, 

When  with  my  mind  divinely  prels  d, 

While  o'er  our  guilty  land,  O  Lord, 

While  with  ceaslefs  courle  the  fun, 

Who  hath  our  report  believed, 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  flay, 

Whv  do  we  mourn  departed  friends, 

Why  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee, 

Why,  O  my  heart,  thefe  anxious  cares, 

Whv  flwuld our  mourningthoughts  delight 

Why  thould  we  ftart  and  fear  to  die, 

With  all  my  powVsof  heart  and  tongue, 

With  all  thy  row'r,  O  Lord  defcend, 


TABLE. 

Hymn,  &c; 

With  chearful  voice  I  ling,  272 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace,  114 

With  heart  and  lips  unfeign'd,  59 

With  rev'rence  let  the  faints  draw  near,  4 

When  blooming  youth  is  fnatch'd  away,  220 


YE  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice,  20 

Yefervantsof  God,  334 

Ye  fouls  that  are  weak,  335 

Ye  trembling  fouls  difmifs  your  fears,  38 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join,  271 

Yonder,  amazing  fight  I  fee^  77 


GENERAL 


GENERAL   CONTENTS. 

I.  il  T  Opening  Public  WorfW, 

TT    n  r       c  from  Hymn   i  to  the  2/5 

II.  Before  Sermon,  26    —     co 

V.Thfw.  Supper,.  ]  f6~  $ 

t'J11;  ^ffociation  of  Churches  -  204  —  207 

|X    F^sandThankfgiving,       '  2o8  _  ^ 

X-FuneralOccafions,  220-234 

XI.  Family  Worfh  p,  9D_        c^ 

XII.  For  Private  lj£  .      23o  ~  *o9 
Perfonal  and  fecial, 

Of  uncommon  metres,         f     26°  ~  342 
as  follows  ;  J 

'•  £W!ce  5 ■  *  i'i,  Winwick,  &c.     260  -  262 

2.  Twice  b  &  4,  thrice  6  &  4, 

,    T    •      c    o    »  Wluteheld,  -  _  2,', 

3.  Twice  6    8,  &  4,         dm  _    g3 

h  Fn  6>  f  'wice0  8'  Lenox> &c-  265-^ 

■•  7  &  6, 7  &  6,  7,8, 7  &  6, Sahfbury,  27*^.   " 
7  &  0,  do.  ao.  Yorkftiire,  /__ 


7&6,7&6!thnce7&b,Dartford,       _  ,%l 

Sevens,  Hotham  Plymouth,  28*  —  LjP 

. 8,  &  twice  6,  Mavant,  2$»  _  !* 

o-Twice8&  6)  do.  Chatham,  fc^ 
'•  Qr^ce  8  &  6,  thrice  8  &  6,  *\L      I 

k  8  &  7,  ditto,   Welih.  '  ,0Q        Zl 

o.  8&7,8&7,4or8j0rI2;&  -39-^8 

he'onfl^  -  °9-„S 

GENi;  R  A  L 


GENERAL    CONTENTS. 

U.  8&7,  8  &  7,  twice  7,  *\l~v* 

,.  Twice  8  &  7,  ditto,  3»9       3»P 

16.  Five  8  &  7,  Trumpet  3; 

17.  Eights,  New  Jeruialem,  3  -  =  3-7 

18.  Eights,  Luther  3*°        3d 
iq.  Eights,  Greenfield,  33 1  ^  ^3 
S    Twice  10,  &  twice  1 1, «  149  pf-  334  -  339 

21.  Fourio&twicenastheold5o,        r*  3 ** 

22.  Elevens  ..  % 
*3.  Thrice  1 1  &  5»  Bunker-Hill,            -  31* 


A   SELECTION; 


A 

SELECTION 

O  F 

PSALMS    and     H  Y  M  N  S,   fa. 


HYMN    I.    Common  Metre.  <v 

j ' 
Invoking  the  Spirit. 

1   T\F°W  ma7  tJ*eSP1rk's  My  five, 
JL  ^     Descending  from  above, 
His  waiting  family  hvfplrc 

With  joy,  and  peace,  and  Iovel 
\   Thee  we  -the  Comforter  con fefs  ; 
Ur.Iefs  thou'rr  orefent  here, 
Our  fongs  of  praife  are  vain  a.ddrefs^ 
We  utter  heartlefs  pray'r. 

Wake,  heavily  Wind,  arife,  and  come, 

Blow  on  the  drooping  field; 
Our  fpices  then  ihall    breathe  perfume, 

And  fragrant    incenfe  yield. 
Touch  with  a  living  coal  the  lip 

That  fhall  proclaim    thy  words 
And  bid  each  awful  hearer  keep 

Attention  to  the  Lord, 

A  IJ  Y  M  {jT 


3f  At  the    OPENING    of 

HYMN  II.    Common  Metre.  J- 

Addrefs  to  the  Holy  Spirit. 

j.  ^fcNCE  more  we  come  before  our  God, 
\J$    Once  more  his  bleffing  aik,      % 
O  may  not  duty  feem  a  load ; 
Nor  worlhip  prove  a  talk! 
2  Father,  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  fend 
Fromheav'n  in  Jesus,  name, 
To  make  our  waiting  minds  attend, 
And  put  our  fouls  in  frame. 

3  To  feek  thee  all  our  hearts  difpofey 

To  each  thy  bleffing  fuit ; 
And  let  the  feed  thy  fervant  fows 
Produce  a  plenteous  fruit. 

4  Bid  the  refrefhing  north-wind  'wake; 

Say  to  the  fouth-wind,  blow, 
Let  cv'ry  plant  thy  pow'r  partake, 
And  all  the  garden  grow. 
r   Revive  the  parch'dwithheav'nlyfhow'rs, 
The  cold  with  warmth  divine-, 
And  as  the  benefit  is  ours, 
Be  all  the  glory  thine. 


HI. 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

III.    Common  Metre.  (Pf.  5.)  ^ 

For  rke  Lord's  Day  Morning. 

*  ORJD,inthemorningthoufhalthear 

JLj    My  voice  afcending  high; 
To  thee  will  I  diretf:  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 
2   Up  to  the  hills  where  Chnft  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 
3   Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fight 
The  wicked  ihall  not  ftand; 
Sinners  ihall   ne'er  be  thy  ddight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right-hand, 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 

To  tafte  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worihip  in  thy  fear. 

5  Omay  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteoufnefs! 
Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  ftraight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


A  2 


IV. 


4  At  the    OPENING    of 

IV.  Common  Metre.       (Pf.  89.)  A. 

Reverential  Worjbip. 

j-v^TTTlTHrev'rence let  the  faints  appear 
YY       And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
Hishigh  commands  with  rev'rence  hear. 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  be  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  fhine! 
Where  is  the  pow'r  that  vies  with  thee? 
Or  truth  compared  with  thine  ? 

3  The  nothern  pole  and  fouthern  reft 

Oo  thy  fupporting  hand. 
Darknefs  and  day  from  eaft  to  weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  controul, 

And  rule  the  boift'rous  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'it  the  fleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  fleep. 
5   Heav'n,  earth  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine, 
And  the  dark  world  of  hell : 
H  ow  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  fhine 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel ! 

HYMN 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.  5 

HYMN  V.     Common  Metre  Steele.  A. 

Invitation. 

I  r  |  'HE  Saviour  calls, —  let  evYy  ear 
I       Attend  the  heav'nly  found  ; 
Ye  doubting  fouls,  difmifs  your  fear, 
Hope  frniles  reviving  round. 

2  For  ev'ry  thirfty,  longing  heart, 

Here  ftreams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life  and  health,   and  blifs  impart^ 
To  banifh  mortal  woe. 

3  Here  fprings  of  facred  joys  arife> 

To  eafe  your  ev'ry  pain, 
(Immortal  fountain  !   full  fuppliesf) 
Nor  fha!l  you  thirft  in  vain. 

4  Ye  finners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice  ? 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 

Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joys, 

And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

5  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluclant  hearts, 

To  thee  let  finners  fly* 
And  take  the  blifs  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,   and  never  die. 

A  3  HYMN 


6  At  the    OPENING    or 

HYMN    VI.  Common  Metre.  A. 

Triumphs  of  Grace. 

1  ^V    For  n    thoufand  tongues  to  fing 
%^J    My  dear  Redeemer's  praife  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

^he  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  Jesus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  forrow  ceafe  -, 
'Tis  mufic  in  the  finner's  ears, 
Tis  life,  and  health,   and  peace. 

3  He  breaks  the  pow'r  of  cancel'd  fin, 

He  fets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulett  clean, 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

4  He  fpeaks,   and  lift'ning  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The.  mournful,  broken  heart  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 
5   Her?  him,  ye  deaf;  his  praife  ye  dumb. 
Your  loofned  tongues  employ  ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame  for  joy. 

HYMN 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.  7 

HYMN  VII.  Common  Metre.  A, 

Book  of  God's  ivord  and  Nature. 

1   rlP*"IOU  onty  frmrce  of  true  delight, 
JL     Whom  I  unfeen  adore  ! 
Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  fight 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

%  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  Amies  ; 
But  in  thy  facred  word 
I  read  in  fairer,   brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3   'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 
And  fins  and  forrows  rife, 
Thy  love  with  chearful  beams  of  hope 
My  fainting  heart  fupplies. 

4  But  ah  !  roo  foon  the  pleafing  fcene 
Is  clouded  o'er  with  pain  ; 
My  gloomy  fears  rife  dark  between. 
And  I  again  complain. 

3   Jesus,  my  Lord,   my  Life,   my 'Light, 
O  come  with  blifsful  ray  ; 
Break  radiant  thro'  the  fhades  of  nighte 
Ana  chafe  my  fears  away. 

A  4  HYMN 


8  At   the    OPENING    of 

KTMN  Vllfc     Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.       A. 
Gill  glorified  in  the  Go/pel. 

1  rlT1  II E  Lord,  descending  from  above, 

__$_      Ir.v5r.es  his  children  near-, 
While  pow'r,  and  truth,  and  boundlefslove 
Difplay  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,   in  thy  gofpel's  wondrous  frame, 

Frefh  wifdom  we  purfue  ; 
And  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireft  lines, 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace  •, 
Wifdom  thro'  all  the  myft'ry  (hinesy 
And  ihines  in  Jefus'  face, 

4  The  law  its  beft  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God  ! 
And  thy  revenging  juftice  {hows' 
Its  honours  in  his  blood. 

5  But  frill  the  luftre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  fee ne  with  brighteft  rays, 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

HYMN 


PUBLIC     WORSHIP.  9 

HYMN    IX.    Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.         A. 
Praifc  to  God  for  creation  au.l  redemption. 

I  E  T  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 

%    4    Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
But  our  loud  fongs  {hall  ftil!  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

2  We  raife  our  ft  outs,  O  God,  to  thee, 

And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  j 
All  glory  to  th'  United  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  he  (and   we'll    adore  his  name) 

That  form'd  us  by  a  word  ; 
'Tis  he  re  (lores  our  ruin'd  frame  : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hofanna  !  let  the  earth  and  Ikies 

Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
Rocks,  hills  and  vales,  repeat  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 

HYMN  X.     Common  Metre.  Rippon's  Coll.         J. 

Heav..(y  Worjbip. 

1   pREQUENT  the  <%  of  God  returns 
1L      To  fted  its  qulck'ning  beams  $ 
And  yet  how  flow  devotion  burns  ! 
How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 

A  5  a  Accept 


io  At  the    OPENING     o>- 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 

Our  frailties,   Lord  forgive  ; 
We  would  be  like  thy  faints  above, 
And  praife  thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increafe,   O  Lord  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  afcend, 
Where  the  afiembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  (hall  end. 

4  Where  we  (hall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 

With  heavenly  luftre  fhine  •, 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feaftonLove  divine. 

5  Where  we,   in  high  feraphic  (trains, 

Shall  all  our  powers  employ  , 
Delighted  range  the  etherial  plains, 

And  take  our  fill  of  joy. 
HYMN  XL    Long  Metre,  Beddome.         J. 
Holy  BoUr.cfs. 

p   (Q  PR1NKLED  with  reconcilingblood, 
£jl    I  dare  approach  thy  throne,  O  God 
Thy  face  no  frowning  afpect  wears, 
Thy  hand  no  vengeful  thunder  bears 

:ht  encircling  rainbow,   peaceful  fign  ! 
Doth  with  refubentbrightnefs  fhine; 

And 


...  f 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.        11 

And  while  my  faith  beholds  it  near, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear. 

3  Let  me  my  grateful  homage  pay, 

With  courage  fing  ;  with  fervor  pray, 
And  tho'  myfelf  a  wretch  undone 
Hope  for  acceptance  thro'  thy  fon. 

4  Thy  fon,   who  on  the  accurfed  tree, 

Expir'd  to  fet  the  vileft  free  ; 
On  this  I  build  my  only  claim, 
And  all  I  alk  is  in  his   name. 

XII.  Long  Metre .  (Pf.  65. )  J. 

Public  prayer  and  praife. 

1 T11^ praire  of  Zion  waIrs  for  tliee> 

J_  My  God  -,  &  praife  becomes  thy  houfe 
There  fhall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows, 
2  O  thou,  whofe  mercies  bends  the  fldec. 
To  fave,  when  humble  finners  pray, 
All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  their  eyes,  ' 
And.  iflands  of  the  northern  fea. 
J  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 

But  grace  fhall  purge  away  their  ftain 
The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 
To  wafh  my  garments  white  again. 

A  °  4  Bleft 


52  At  the    OPENING  of 

4   Bled  is  the  man  whom  thou  fhalt  chufc 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
To  tafce  thy  love  divinely  free. 

HYMN  XIII.    Long  Metre.  Stenuett.  J. 

1  A    NOTHER  lix  dnys  work  is  done, 
j\     Another  fabbath  is  begun  ; 

Return  my  foul,  enjoy  thy  i\ 
^      Improve  the  day  thy  God  has  blefs'J 

2  Come  bleis  the  Lord,  whofe  love  afiigns. 

So  fweet  a  refc  to  wearied  minds  ; 
Provides  an  antipaft  of  heaven, 

And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  feven. 

3  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  might  rife 

As  greatful  incenfe  to  the  Ikies. 
And  draw  from  heaven  that  fweet  repofc 
Which  none,  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

.j.   This  heavenly  calm,   within  the  breafr, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  reft, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains 
The  end  of  cares  the  end  of  pains. 

£    With  joy  great  God,  thy  works  we  view 
In  various  fceaes  both  old  and  new  ; 

With 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.         t3 
Withpraife,   we  think  on  mercies  paft, 
With  hope,  we  future  pleafures  tafte. 
6  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 

In  holy  pleafures  pafs  away  ; 
How  fweet,   a  fabbath  thus  to  fpend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  mall  end  I 

HYMN      XIV.     Long  Metre.  Cowpef.       J. 
On  Prayer. 

I  ^"^7"^at  various  hindrances  we  meet 
VV      In  coming  to  a  mercy-feat  ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  pray'r 
But  wifhes  to  be  often  there,- 

2 Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw 
Prayer  climes  the  ladder  Jacob  law  ; 
Gives  exercife  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  bleffing  from  above. 

3  Retraining  prayer,  we  ceafe  to  fight ; 
lJrayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright 

And  fatan  trembles,   when  he  fees 
The  weakeft  faint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Mofes  Mood  with  arms  fpr'ikd  wide 

Succefs  was  found  on  Ifrael's  fide  ; 
Eut  when  thro'  wearinefs  they  fa i I'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

A   7  5   Have 


i4  At  the    OPENING    of 

5   Have  you  no  words  ?  ah,   think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain 
And  fill  your  fellow-  creature's  ear 
With  the  fad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

HYMN  XV.     Long  Metre.  Watts.  A. 

'g  God* 

1  Tp>  LE  S  S  O  my  foul,  the  living  God 

\J    Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join,  (abroad 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

2  Bipfs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 

His  favours  claim  thy   higheft  praife 
Why  ihould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  loft  in  illence,   and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,   my  foul,   that  fent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done 
He  owns  the  ranfom,   and  forgives, 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs  *, 

His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years 
He  fatisfies  our  mouths  with  good, 
And  tills  cur  hopes  with  heav'nly  food. 

5  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  confefs, 

Let  ths  whole  earth  adore  his  grace, 

The 


PUBL  IC    WORSHIP.         15 

The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  fhall  join 
In  work  and  worflii'p  fo  divine.  1 
HYMN  XVI.  Long  Metre.  Rippon.  Coll.      A. 

L,oi>';io  kii'd/nf-;  of  God. 

i    AWAKE  my  foul,  in  joyful  lays 
^/j^And  fingthygreatRedeemer'spraife 
He  juftly  claims  a  long  from  me, 
His  ioving  kindnefs  O  how  free! 

2  He  faw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall 

Yet  loved  notwithstanding  all  ; 
He  fav'd  me  from  my  loft  eftate 
His  loving  kindnefs  O  how  great  I 

3  Often  1  feel  my  finful  heart, 

Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart  5 
But  tho'  I  have  him  oft'  forgot, 
His  loving  kindnefs  changes  not, 

4  Soon  fhall  I  pafs  the  gloomy  vale, 

Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  <muft  fail 
Oh  !   may  my  laft  expiring  breath, 
His  loving  kindnefs  fing  in  death. 

5  Then  let  me  mount  and  foar  away, 

To  the  bright  worlds  of  endlefs  day, 
And  fing  with  rapture  and  furprife, 
His  loving  kindnefs  in  the  fkies. 

A  8  HYMN 


46  At  the    OPENING    o? 

HYMN  XVII.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  A. 

Invitation  of  Cbriji. 

1  "  tf~^  OM  E  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls 

\^  "  Ye  heavy  laden  tinners  come  \ 
"  111  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils, 
(t  And  raife  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

2  u  They  fliall  find  reft  that  learn  of  me; 
"  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 

"  But  paffion  rages  like  the  fea, 
"  And  pride  is  reftlefs  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofefhoulders  take 
"  My  yoke,   and  bear  it  with  delight  ; 
"  My  yoke  is  eafy  to  his  neck, 

u  My  grace  (hall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,"  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
With  faith  and  hope,   and. humble  zeal 
Reflgn  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  9a.0uid.and  guide  us  by  thy  will. 

HYMN  XVIII.    Long  Metre.  Beddome.         A. 

Cra-v'uig  the  Spirit. 

1    J  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  dove, 

J^  Y\  ifh  light  and  comfort  from  above 
Be  thou  our  guardian,   thou  our  guide 
O'er  every  thought  and  ftep  prefide 

2   Conduct 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.         1/ 

2  Conduce  us  fafe,   conduct  us  far, 

From  every  fin  and  hurtful  fn  are  ; 
Lead  to  thy  word  that  rules  muft  give 
And  teach  us  leiTons  how  to  live. 

3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  difplay, 
And  make  us  know  and  chufe  thy  way- 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart 

That  we  from  God,   may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  holinefs,   the  road, 

That  we  muft  take  to  dwell  with  God 
Lead  us  to  Chrift  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  paftures  ftray. 

5  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  reft, 

In  his  enjoyment  to  be  blefs'd 
Lead  us  to  Heaven,   the  feat  of  bills. 
Where  pleafure  in  perfection  is. 

HYMN  XIX.    Long  Metre.  A.    . 

Exhorting  to  IVorJbip. 

1  T^  EF0RE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
JU  Ye  nations,  bow  with  ficrec!  joy  f 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone. 

He  can  create  and  he  deftrcy. 

2  His  fov'reign  powV  without  our  aid, 

Made   us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men 
A    9  Aid 


18  At    the    OPEN  ING    of 

And  when  like  wand'ring  fheepwe  ftrayM 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs 

High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife  ; 

And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues 

Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife, 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  j 

Van:  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  ftand, 
When  rolling  years  fliall  ceafe  to  move. 
XSt."  Long  Metre.  (PfafJtfloo.)     .       J. 
Prajft  to  our  C:  . 

1~r- y  £  naljons  round  the  earth,  rejoice 
Before  (he  Lord, your  fov'reign  King 
S#e?e  him  with  chearful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  t<  isglorj  ling. 

1  The  Lord  is  God  \  tis  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give, 
We  are  his  work,    and  not  our  own  ; 
The  fheep  that  on  his  paftuies  live. 

3    Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 
To  pay  your  thanks and  honours  there, 

4  The 


PUBLIC     WORSHIP.  i9 

4  The  Lord  is  good,   the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,   his  mercy  fure  : 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  fhali  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

HYMN  XXI.     Short  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Delight  in  Public  IVorJhip. 

i   ITT  ELCOME  ftveet  day  of  reft 
W      That  faw  the  Lord  arife  j 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  bread. 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himfelf  comes  near, 

And  feafts  his  faints  to-day  ; 
Kere  we  may  fit,  and  fee  him  here, 
And  love,   and  praife,   and  pray, 

3  One  day  amidfr  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  fweeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pleafurable  fin, 

4  My  willing  foul  would  flay 

In  fuch  a  frame  as  this, 
And  fit  and  flng  herfelf  away 
To  everlafting  blifs. 

HYMN 


\ 

-o  At    the    O  P  E  N  I  N  G  of 

HYMN  XXII.  Short  Metre.  Hart.  A. 

Invoiing  the  Spirit. 

i   jf^i  OME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
V_>l    Let  thy  bright  beams  arife  ; 
Difpel  the  darknefs  from  our  miiads, 
And  open  all  our  eyes. 

2  Chear  our  defponding  hearts, 

Thou  heav'nly  Paraclete, 
Give  us  to  lie,  with  humble  hope. 
At  our  Redeemer's  feet. 

3  Ptevive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove  •, 
And  kindle  in  our  breafts  the  flames 
Of  never  dying  love. 

4  Convince  us  of  our  fin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood; 
And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 
'the  fecret  love  of  God. 

£   Shew  us  that  loving  Man, 

That  rules  the  courts  of  blifs, 
The  Lord  of  hofts  the  mighty  God, 
The  eternal  Prince  of  Peace: 

HYNM 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.  21 

HYMN  XXIII.     Short  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.         A. 

Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 

i    \_dT^  O  ME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
\^Jl    And  let  our  joys  be  known  5 
Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord, 
And  thus   furround  the  throne. 

2  The  forrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banifh'd  from  this  place: 
Religion  never  was  defign'd 
To  make  our  pleafures  lefs.] 

3  Let  thofe  refufe  to  fing, 

That  never  knew  our  God, 

But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 

May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  This  heav'nly  King  is  ours 

Our  Father  and  our  love; 
He  fhall  fend  down  his  heav'nly  powVs 
To  carry  us  above. 

5  There  fhall  we  fee  his  face, 

And  never,  never  fin  ; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 


12  At    the    O  PE  NI  N  G  "of 

XXIV.     Short  Metre.  (Pf.  oj.)  A. 

Exhortation  to  Praife. 

1  tiT^  O  ME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
\^A    And  hymns  of  glory  fing; 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 

The  univerfal  King. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own,: 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 

Come,   bow  before  the  Lord  : 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  : 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  But  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grown  hard,  like  ftubborn  Jews 
That  unbelieving  race ; 

5  The  Lord  in  vengeance  drcft 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 
You  that  defpife  my  promis'd  reft,' 
Shall  have  no  portion  there 

HTMN 


PUBLIC    WORSHI  P.  23 

HYMN  XXV.     Short  Metre.  A. 

Heavenly  Praifc. 

jjf    QALVATlONtoourGod,. 

|^3   Who  fitteth  on  the  throne  -, 

Thanks  giving  to  the  Holy  Ghoft, 

And  to  the  Lamb,   the  Son. 

2  All  glory,  praife,   and  pow'r. 

To  God  be  ever  given, 
By  every  Angel  round  the  throne 
And  all  the  hefts  of  heaven. 

3  Great  are  thy  wondrous  works  ! 

Mofr  juft  and  true  thy  ways  j 
Lord  God  Almighty  King  of  iaints? 
High  in  eternal  praife. 

4  Who  fhall  not  fear  thy  might  ? 

By  every  pow'r  ador'd  ; 
All  nations  fhall  before  thee  kneel, 
And  gladly  call  thee  Lord. 

HYMN  XXVI.    Comm  on  Metre.  Lyric  Poems.     J, 
A  Song  to  Creating  JVlfJom. 

i    I  .*  TERNAL  Wisdom  thee  we  praife 

JJL4  Thee  the  creation  lings 
With  thy  lov'd  name,  rocks,   hills  &  feas 
A:id  heav'ns  high  palace  rings. 

2  Thy 


a4         BEFORE    SERMON. 

2  Thy  hand  how  wide  it  fpreads  the  Iky  \ 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Ting'd  with  a  blue  and  heavenly  dye> 
Andftarr'd  with  fparkling  gold. 

3  Thy  glorieus  blaze  all  nature  round, 

And  ftrike  the  gazing  fight, 
Thro'  ikies,   and  feas,  and  folid  ground 
With  terror  and  delight. 

4  Infinite  ftrength  and  equal  fkill, 

Shine  thro'\he  worlds  abroad, 
Our  fouls  with  vaft  amazement  fill, 
And  fpeak  the  builder  God. 

5  But  the  fweet  beauties  of  thy  grace 

Our  fofter  paflions  move; 
Pity  divine  in  JESUS'  face 
We  fee,  adore,  and  love. 

HYMN     XXVII.       Common  Metfe.  Steel.     J. 
Creation  and  Providence. 

jT     O  R  D  when  our  Raptur'd  thought. 
|  j    Creation's    beauties  o'er  (furveys 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praife, 
And  bid  our  fouls  adore. 
2  Where'er  we  turn  our  gazing  eyes, 
Thy  radiant  fcotfteps  fliine  ; 

Tea 


BEFORE     SERMON.         $5 

Ten  thoufand  pleafing  wonders  rife, 
And  fpeak  tiieir  fource  divine. 

3  The  living  tribes  of  countlefs  forms, 

In  earth  and  fea  and  air. 
The  meaneft  flies  the  fmalleft  worms, 
Almighty  power  declare. 

4  Thy  wifdomjpow'r  and  goodnefs  Lord 

In  all  thy  works  appear; 
And  O!    let  man  thy  praife  record, 
Man,  thy  diftinguifhicare. 

5  Thy  providence  his  confrant  guard, 

When  threatning  woes  impend, 
Or  will  the  impending  dangers  ward 
Or  timely  fuccours  lend, 

6  On  us  that  providence  has  fhone, 

With  gentle  fmiling  rays 
O,   may  our  lips  and  lives  make  known 

Thy  goodnefs  and  thy  praife. 
HYMN  XXVIII.     Common  Metre.  Steel.         J. 
The  Excellency  of  the  Scripture. 

1    !r7  ^THER  of  mercies,   in  thy  word 
JL      What  endlefs  glory  mines? 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
For  thcfe  celeftial  lines. 

2  Here 


26         BEFORE    SEHMON. 

2  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repaft; 
Sublimer  fweets  than  nature  knows, 
Invite  the  longing  tafte. 

3  Here  fprings  of  confolation  rife, 

To  chear  the  fainting  mind  ; 

And  thirfty  fouls  receive  fup plies, 

And  fweet  refreshment  find. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around  ; 
And  life,  and  everlafting'joys 
Attend  the  blifsful  found. 

5  O  may  thefe  heav'nly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight, 
And  ft'ill  new  beauties  may  1  fee, 
And  ftill  increafing  light. 

6  Divine  inftructyr,   gracious  Lord  ! 

Be  thou  for  ever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  facred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

HYMN  XXIX.  Common  Metre.  J. 

For  a  clean  Heart. 

I    {f~\  For  an  heart  to  love  my  God! 
\^p    An  heart  from  fin  fet  free  ; 

Aw 


Before   sermon.      0 

An  heart  that  always  feels  the  blood 
So  freely  fhed  for  me  ! 

2  An  heart  refign'd  fubmiffive,   meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  fpeak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone, 

3  An  humble,  lowly,   contrite  heart, 

Believing,   true,   and  clean  ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  An  heart  in  every  thought  renewed 

And  fill'd  with  love  divine  : 
Perfect  and  right  and  pure  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lore),  of  thine. 

5  Thy  tender  heart  is  frill  the  fame, 

And  melts  at  human  woe  ; 
Send  down  thy  grace,  Q  blefTed  Lamb, 
That  I  thy  love  may  know, 

6  Thy  holy  nature,   Lord!   impart; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
.  Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new  befl  name  of  love. 

HYMN 


e3         BEFORE     SERMON. 
HYMN.  XXX.  Common  Metre.  Steel.     J. 
The  Joys  of  Heaven. 

1  f^  OME,   Lord,  and  warm  each 
\^4  languid  heart, 

Infpire  each  lifelefs  tongue  *, 

And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influ'nee  to  our  fong. 

2  Then  to  the  fhining  feats  of  blifs 

The  wings  of  faith  fhall  foar, 
And  all  the  charms  of  paradife 
Our  raptur'd  thoughts  explore, 

3  Pleafures  unfullyM  flourifh  there, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  time  ; 
Not  blooming  Eden  fmil'd  fo  fair 
In  all  herflow'ry  prime. 

4  Sorrow  and  pain,   and  evVy  care 

And  difcord  there  fhall  ceafe  ; 
And  perfect  joy  and  love  fincere 
Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 

5  The  foul,  from  fin  for  ever  free, 

fhall  [riourn  its  pow'r  no  more  ; 
But  cloth'd  in  fpotlefs  purity, 
p.edeemhig  love  adore. 

6  There 


BEFORE     SEROMN,  29 

6  There  fliali  the  followers  of  the- Lamb, 

Join  in  immortal  longs  ; 
And  endlefs  honours  to  his  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

7  Lord,   tune  our  hearts  to  praife  &  love 

Our  feeble  notes  infpire  \ 

Till  in  thy  blifsful  courts  above 

We  join  th'  angelic  choir. 

HYMN  XXXI.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts,     J 
Breathing  after  the  holy  Spirit. 

1  jjT^  O  M  E,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove 
\^    With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  j 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 

In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys  ; 
Our  fouls  can  neither  fly,  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3>  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongs, 
In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife  ; 
Hofannas  languifh  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  ihall  we  ever  lie 
At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 

Our 


30         BE]  ORE     SERMON. 
Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 
5   Come,  holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  •, 
Corns  flied  abroad  a  Saviours's  love, 
And  that  fhall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN  XXXII.    Common  Metre.  Dr.  Gibbons.  J. 
The  go/pel  ivorthy  of  all  acceptance. 

i    T  E  S  U  S  the  eternal  Son  of  God, 
J     Whom  feraphim  obey, 

The  bofom  of  the  Father  leaves, 
And  enters  human  clay. 

2  Into  our  finful  world  he  comes 

The  MefTenger  of  grace. 
And  on  the  bloody  tree  expires 
A  victim  in  our  place. 

3  TranfgrefTors  of  the  de'epeft  ftain 

•  In  him  falvation  find  ; 
His  blood  removes  the  fouleft  guilt, 
J3is  fpirit  heals  the  minct 

4  Our  Jefus  faves  from  fin  and  hell, 

His  words  are  true  and  fure, 
And  on  this  rock  our  faith  may  reft 
Immoveably  fecure. 

5  Ok 


BEFORE    SERMON.         3! 

5  O  let  thefe  Tidings  be  received, 

With  univerfal  joy,  \ 
And  let  the  high  angel  praife, 
Our  tuneful  pow'rs  employ, 

6  Cfc  Glory  to  God,   who  gave  his  fon" 

To  bear  our  fhame  and  pain, 
Hence  peace  on  earth  and  grace  to  mea 
In  endlefs  blefiings  reign. 

XXXIII.  Common  Metre.-  (Pf.  I45-)  J- 

The  goodtiefs  of  God. 

1  O  WEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
^3  -My  GoDj   my  heav'nly  King  ! 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 

In  founds  of  glory  ling. 

2  Go  d  reigns  on  high,   but  not  confines 

His  goodnefs  to  the  Ikies  ; 
Thro*  the  whole  earth  his  goodnefs  fhines: 
And  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 

3  With  louging  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  th^ee  for  daily  food  ; 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  them  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compaflions,  Lord, 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves  ! 

But 


32         BEFORE    SERMON; 

But  foon  he  fends  his  pardVing  word, 
To  chear  the  foul  he  toves. 

5    Creatures,   with  all  their  endlefs  race, 
Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim  : 
May  we,  who  tafte  thy  richer  grace, 
£)elight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

HYMN  XXXIV.     Common  Metre.  Lyric  Poems.     A 
Looking  npivard. 

i    Tr*   A  R  T  H  has  detain'd  me  prifoner 
fj  "And  I'm  grown  weary  now  (long 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear  my  tongue 
There's  nothing  here  for  you. 

a  Lord  in  my  thoughts  I  ftretch  me  down 
And  upwards  glance  mine  eyes. 
Upward  (my  Father)  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  Ikies. 

3  There  the  dear  Man  my  Saviour  fits, 

The  God,  how  bright  he  fliines  ! 
And  fcatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

4  Seraphs  with  elevated  ftrains 

Circle  the  throne  around. 
And  move  and  charm  the  ftarry  plains 
With  an  immortal  found. 

5  Jesus 


BEFORE     SERMON.         33 

5   Jesus  the  Lord  their  harps  employs, 
Jesus  my  love  they  fing. 
Jesus  the  name  of  both  our  joys 
Sounds  fweet  from  every  firing. 
XXXV.    Common  Metre.  (Pf.  116.)        A 

Yhankf ulv. tfs  for  mercies. 

1  "W  7"H  A.T  /hall  I  render  to  my  God 

\  y       For  all  his  kindnefs  fhown  ? 
My  feet  fhall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe, 

My  offerings  fhall  be  paid  ; 
There  fhall  my  zeal  perform  tfye  vows 
My  foul  in  anguifh  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blefTed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight  ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ? 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ? 
My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care 
Lord,   I  devote  to  thee. 

£   Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine 
Nor  Hull  my  purpofe  move ; 

Thy 


34         BEFORE     3  E  R  M  O  fof 

Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  ofpalny 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

XXXVT.     Common  Metre.  {TL  69.)  A. 

Ohed'teiuc  ahd  Death  of  Chnjl. 

1  IT1  ATHER,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  graccT 
\2     Iblefs  my  Saviour's  name, 

He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor. 
And  bore  the  finners  iharoe. 

2  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high  ; 

His  duty  and  his  zeal. 
Fulfill'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finifli'd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fangs'. 

Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 
Than  goats  or  bullocks  blood.- 

4  This  fliall  his  humble  foll'wers  £tcy 

And  let  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee. 
And  live  for  ever  bleft. 
5:  Let  heav'n,   and  all  that  dwell  on  higS* 
To  God  their  voices  raife, 
"While  lands  ?nd  feas  aflift  the  flcy, 
And  join'd  t'  advance  thy  praifc 

XXXVII, 


BEFORE     SERMON. 

XXXVII.     Common  Metre.  (Pf.  84.)  A. 

Gods  prefence  in  his  Houfe. 

1  T^,  yi*  Y  foul  how  lovely  is  the  place 
lVi   To  which  thy  God  reforts  ? 
'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 

Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  Ikies 

His  faving  pow'r  difplavs. 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  o^ir  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 

Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Chrift  reveals  his  wond'rous  love 
And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There  mighty  God,  thy  works  declare 

The  fecrets  of  thy  will ; 
And  ftill  we  feek  thy  mercy  there,. 
And  fing  thy  praifes  ftill. 
HYMN    XXXVIII.     Common  Metre.  Beddome.      A. 
Fear  Not. 

1  "\^*^  trembl*nS  fouls  difmifs  your  fears 
I       Be  mercy  all  your  theme  ; 
Mercy  which  like  a  river  flows, 
In  one  continued  flream. 

2  Fear 


S6  BEFORE     SERMON. 

2  Fe^r  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell, 

God  will  thefe  powers  reftrain  \ 
His  mighty  arm  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain, 

3  Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good, 

He  will  for  his  provide  ; 
Grant  them  fuppiies  of  daily  food, 
And  give  them  heaven  befide. 

4  Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forfake, 

Or  leave  his  work  undone  ; 
He's  faithful  to  his  promifes, 
And  faithful  to  his  fon. 

5  You  in  his  wifdom,  power  and  grace, 

May  confidently  truft  ; 
His  wifdom  guides,  his  power  protects, 
His  grace  rewards  thejuft. 
HYMN  XXXIX.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Stennett,    J. 
The  glorious  Gofpel  I  Tim.  I.  II. 

1  ~W  THAT  Wifdom  Majefty and  grace 

VV      Tbr0'  a11  thc  GofPel  &ine  ! 
?Tis  God  that  fpeaks,   and  we  confefs 

The  Doctrine  ir.oft  divine. 

2  Down  from  his  ftarry  Throne  on  high, 

Th'  Almighty  Saviour  comes  j 

Lavs 


BEFORE     SERMON.  3? 

Lays  his  bright  robes  of  glory  by, 
And  feeble  flefli  aflumes. 

The  mighty  debt  that  finners  owe, 

Upon  the  crofs  he  pays  : 
Then  thro'  the  clouds  afcendsto  God, 

'Midft  fhouts  of  lofty  praife. 

There  he  our  great  high  prieft  appears, 

Before  his  father's  throne  : 

Mingles  his  merits  with  our  tears, 

And  pours  falvation  down. 

Great  God,   with  rev'renee  we  adore 
Thy  Juitice  and  thy  grace  ; 

And  on  thy  faithfulnefs  and  power 
Our  firm  dependence  place. 

XL.       Common  Metre.     (Pf.  viii . )  J. 

Condefcenjzon  of  God. 

Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous 
Is  thine  exalted  name,     (great, 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate, 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
And  ltars  that  well  adorn  the  fizyP 
Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light .; 

B  3  Lord5 


3j8  BEFORE    S  E  R  M  O  &■ 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,   or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  thou  fhould'it  vifit  him  with  grace,* 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  beaiy 

To  take  a  mortal  form  ? 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm  ? 

5  Jefus,  our  Lord,   how  wond'rous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  itate 
Lqi  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

XLI.     Long  Metre.     (P£  lxui.)  J. 

Longing  after  God. 

tf^  r  eat  God,  indulge  my  humbleclaim 
\jf   Be  thou  my  joy,  my  hope  my  reft' 
The  glories  that  comppfe  thy  name, 
Sta,nd  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 

2  Thou  greatfygood,  thou  juft  and  wife, 

Be  thou  my  father  and  my  God ; 
And  make  me  thine  by  facred  ties, 
Thy  Son  \hy  fervant  bought  with  blood 

3  With  heart  and  eyes  and  lifted  hands, 

Epr  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look  ; 

As 


BEFORE    SERMON.  39 

As  travellers  in  thirfty  land^, 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4    O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue, 
Salvation  mall  be  all  my  fong  ; 
And  all  my  powers  fliall  join  to  blefs, 
TheLordmyftrengthandPvighteoufhefs. 

XL1I.     Long  Metre.     (Pf.  cxxxvi.)  J. 

Creation  an  J  Redemption. 

1  £"^1  IVE  to  our  God  immortal  praife  - 
\^W   Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways. 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  long. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown 
His  mercies  ever  fliall  endure, 

When  lords  &  kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth  he  fpread  the  £ky, 
And  fix'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high: 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

-Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light ; 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night ; 
His  mercies  ever  fliall  endure, 
When  funs  and  moons  ihall  be  no  more. 

B  2  5  He 


4Q  BEFORE    SERMON. 

5  He  fent  his  Son  with  power  to  fave, 
From  guilt  and  darknefs  and  the  grave, 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

6  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat     (feet 
His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 
When  this  vain  world  ihall  be  no  more 

XLIII.     Long  Metre.     Lyric  Poems.         J. 
God  exalted  cbcvz  all praife. 

I  I/1  TER.NAL  power,  whofe  high  abode 

JL i    Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God, 

Infinite  length,  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  ftars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 

a  The  loweft  ftep  above  thy  feat, 
Piifes  too  high  for  Gabriel's  feet. 
In  vain  the  tall  arch-angel  tries  ; 
To  reach  the  hight  with  wond'ring  eyes. 

o     Lord,  what  fliall  earth  and  allies  do  ? 
We  would  adore  our  maker  too  \ 
From  fin  and  duir  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  great,  the  holy,  and  the  high. 

a  Earth  from  afar,   has  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learnt  to  lifp  thy  name 

But 


BEFORE    SERMON.  4* 

But  O,   the  glories  of  thy  mind. 
Leave  all  our  foaring  thoughts  behind. 

God  is  in  heaven,   but  men  below  ; 
Be  fhort  our  tunes  our  words  be  few, 
A  facred  rev'rence  checks  our  fongs, 
And  praife  fits  filent  on  our  tongues. 

XLIV.     Long  Metre.     Rippon's  CoIL  J. 

Spirituality  of  God. 

HOU  art  O  God  !  a  fpirit  pure,- 
Invifible  to  mortal  eyes, 
TV  immortal,  and  the  eternal  King, 
The  great,  the  good,  the  only  wife. 

2  Whilft  nature  changes,   and  her  works 

Corrupt,  decay,  dkTolve  and  die, 
Thy  eflencc  pure  no  change  {hall  fee, 
Secure  of  immortality. 

3  Thou  great  Invifible!   what  hand 

Can  draw  thy  image   fpotlefs  fair  ? 
To  what  in  Heaven,  to  what  on  earth, 
Can  men  th'  immortal  king  compare. 

4  Let  ftupid  heathens  frame   their  gods, 

Of  gold  and  filver,  wocd  and  done 
Ours  is  the  God  that  made  the  Heavens, 
Jehovah  he,  and  God  alone. 

B  3  5  My 


42  BEFORE    SERMON. 

5   My  foul,  thy  pureft  homage  pay, 

In  truth  and  Spirit  him  adore, 

More  fliall  this  pleafe  than  facrifice, 

Than  outward  forms,  delight  him  more. 

XLV.     Long  Metre.    Dr.  Doddridge.       J. 

Immutability  qf  Cod. 

1  tf^i  B.E  AT  Former  of  this  various  frame 
\jjF  Our  fouls  adore  thine  awful  name; 
•  And  bow  and  tremble,  while  they  praife 

The  ancient  of  eternal  days. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  with  unfurpris'd  furvey, 
Saw'ft  nature  rifing  yefterday  ; 
And,  as  tomorrow,  fliall  thine  eye, 
See  earth  and  ftars  in  ruin  lie. 

3  Beyond  an  angel's  vifion  bright. 
Thou  dweirft  in  felf-exiftent  light, 
Which  fhines  with  undiminiuVd  ray, 
While  funs  and  worlds  in  fmoke  decay. 

4  Our  days  a  tranfient  period  run, 
And  change  with  ev'ry  circling  fun, 
And  in  the  firmed  ftate  we  boaft, 
A  moth  can  ci^ifli  us  into  duft. 

5  But  let  the  creatures  fall  around  ; 
Let  death  confign  us  to  the  ground, 

Let 


BEFOPvE    SERMON.  43 

Let  the  laft  general  flame  arife, 
And  melt  the  Arches  of  the  ikies.: 

j5  Calm  as  the  fummer's  ocean,  we, 
Can  all  the  wreck  of  nature  fee, 
"While  grace  fecures  us  an  abode, 
Unfhaken  as  the  throne  of  God. 

XLVl.     Loug  Metre.     Dr.   Doddridge.  J. 

Tvegofpd  Jubilee.      (Pf.   kxxv.  IJ.) 

1  T     OUD  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  found 

,    1  And  fpread  the  joyful  tidings  round 
La  every  foul  with  tranfport  hear, 
And  hail  the  Lord's  accepted  year, 

2  Ye  Debtors  whom  he  gives  to  know, 
That  you  ten  thoufand  talents    owe. 
When  humble  at  his  feet  you  fall, 
Your  gracious  God  forgives  them  all 

3  Slaves,  that  have  bornethe  heavy  Chain 
Of  fin  and  Hell's  tyrannic  reign, 

To  liberty  affert  your  claim, 

And  urge  the  great  Redeemer's  name,. 

4  The  rich  inheritance  of  Heaven, 
Your  joy,  and  boafr,  is  fr-eely  given, 
Fair  Salem  your  arrival  waits, 
With  golden  ftreets  and  pearly  gates. 

B  4  5  Her 


44  BEFORE    S  E  R!  M  O  ft 

5  Her  bltfs'd  inhabitants  no  more, 
Bondage  and  poverty  deplore  ; 

No  Debt,  but  love  immenfely  great., 
Their  Joy  ftillrifes  with  their  Debt. 

6  O  happy  Souls  that  know  the  found  ! 
Celeftial  Light  their  fteps  furround, 
And  fhew  that  Jubilee  begun, 
Which  thro'  eternal  Year's  fhall  run. 

HYMN    XL VII.     Eotfg  Metre.  J. 

The  Lord  is  God. 

1  "  j~"\OES  it  not  grief  and  wonder  move 
j[  J?  To  think  of  IfraelV  dreadful  fall, 
Who  needed  miracles  to  prove 

Whether  the  Lord  were  God  orBaat, 

2  Methinks  I  fee  Elijah  ftand, 

His  features  glow  withlove  and  zeal 
In  faith  and  prayer  he  lifts  his  hand, 
And  makes  to  heav'n  his  greatappeal. 

"  O  Go  d  !   if  I  thy  fervant  am, 
If  'tis  thy  melTage  fills  my  heart  5 

Now  glorify  thy  holy  name  : 

Arid  ihew  this  people  who  thou  art. 

4   He  fpoke,  and  lo  !    a  fudden  flame, 
Confum'd  the  wood,  the  duft,  the  ftono 

The 


BEFORE    SERMON.  45 

The  people  ftruck,  at  once  proclaim, 
"  The  Lord  is  God,   the  Lord  alone." 

5  Like  him  we  mourn  an  awful  day, 

"When  more  for  Baal  than  God  appear 
Like  him,   believers,   let  us  pray, 
And  may  the  God  of  Ifrael  hear. 

6  Lord  !   If  thy  fervant  fpeaks  thy  truth, 

If  he  indeed  is  fent  by  thee  ; 
Confirm  the  word   to  all  our  youth, 
And  let  them  thy  falvation  fee. 

7  Now  may  thy  Spirit's  holy  fire, 

Pierce  cv'ry  heart  that  hears  thy  word 
Confume  each  hurtful  vain  defire, 
And  make  them  know  thou  art  the  Lord* 

XLVIII.     Lcng  Metre.     (Pf.  lix.)  J. 

The  Books  of  Naturt  and  ofiht  Scripture. 

1  w  I  *HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory  Lord, 

In  every  ftar  thy  wifdom  1T1io.es: 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  fun,   the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confefs, 
But  the  blefl:  volume  thou  haft  writ, 

Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace.  • 
B  5  3  Sujas 


46  BEFORE    SERMON. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  ftars;  convey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand 
So  when  thy  truth  begun  its  race, 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land. 

4  Nor  fiiall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft, 
'Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run, 
'Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  bleft, 
That  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife,' 
Blcfs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light, 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  limple  wife  : 
Thy  laws  arepure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd  and  fins  forgiv'n  j 
Lord  cleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 

XLIX.    Long  Metre.     (Pf.  afryg)  J. 

Froviilencs  and  Grace. 

1  TJITIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
JL  jL  Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  fhines 

Thy  truth  mall  break  through  ev'ry  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  deiigns. 

2  Forever  firm  thyjuftice  ftands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep, 


BEFORE    SERMON.  47 

Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments    are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 

Both  man  and  bead:  thy  bounty  fhare 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God  !   how  excellent  thy  grace, 

Whence  all  my  hope  and  comfort 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs,  (fprings, 
Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

$    From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 

We  mall  be  fed  with  fweet  repaft  \ 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 

And  brings  Salvation  to  our  tafte. 
6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  Lord? 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  fhall  fee, 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

L.     Long   Metre.     (Pf.  sly.)  A. 

Chrijl  and  his  Church. 

1   HP1*2  kin£  of  ^ ints,  how  fair  his  face 
JL      Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace*, 
He  corn'es  with   bleiiings  from'  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love, 

B  6  2  At 


4B  BEFORE    SERMON. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold, 
The  queen  array 'd  in  pureftgold; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drek, 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  Righteoufnefs. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own  ; 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne 
Fair  ftranger,   let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  Irate. 

4  So  fhallthe  king  the  more  rejoice, 
In  thee,   the  fav'rite  of  his  choice; 
Let  Him  be  lov'd  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  He's  thy  maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head  ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread  ; 
While  we  with  chearful  fongs  approve, 
The  condefcenfions  of  his  love. 

LI.      Long  Metre.     (Pf.  lxviii.)  A. 

Afcenfion  of  Chrifi. 

1  T     ord ,  when  thou  didfl  afcend  on  h  igh 

I  j  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  the  iky, 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  Mate. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear, 
More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there- 

While?* 


BEFORE    SERMON.  49 

While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  ftruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe, 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powYs  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captives  made 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'd  by  his  father  to  the  throne, 

He  fent  the  pronvVd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

HYMN  LII.  Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.         A 
Holy  walk. 

i    £TJ  O  let  our  lips  and  lives  cxprefs, 
J,  J|   The  holy  gofpel  we  profeis  : 
bo  let  our  works  and  virtues  fhine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine, 

2  Thus  mall  we  beft  proclaim  abrond, 

The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God  5 
When  the  falvation  reigns  within, 

And  grace  fubdues  the  power  of  fin. 

3  Our  fleQi  and  fenfe  rouft  be  ckny'd, 

Paffion  and  envy,   luft  and  pride; 
Whiift  juftice,temp'rance  truth,  &  love, 
Our  inward  piery  approve. 

B  7  '4   B&h'gion 


5o  BEFORE    SERMON. 

4  Pcdigion  bears  cur  fprrits  up, 

While  we  expect  that  blefled  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  ftands  leaning  on  his  word. 

HYMN  LIII.    Lorfg  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.        A. 
Devout  retirement. 

.    A  R.  from  my  thoughts  vain  world 
be  gone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee, 
I  wait  a  vifit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

I   My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  defire  : 
Come  my  dear  Jefus,   from  above, 
And  i^d  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 

3   O  hafle,   but  with  a  fmiling  face, 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  ; 
Iking  down  a  tafte  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  facred  wine, 

$   Blefs'd  Jefus,   what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  fvveet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  tafte  above, 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

S  Hail 


BEFORE    SERMON.  fli 

5   Hail  great  Immanuel,   all  divine  I 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  iliine  $ 
Thou  brighteft,   fweeteft,   faireft  oue^ 
That  eyes  have  feen,  or  angels  known. 

HYMN  LIV.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.     A. 
Encouragement  to  ivait  on  GeJ. 

i  nniiUS  faith  the  wifcjomof  the  Lord, 
g       Blefs'd  is  the  man  that  hears  my 
word  5 
Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 

I  The  foul  that  feeks  me  fhall  obtain 
Immortal  wealth,   and  heav'nly  gain* 
Immortal  life  is  his  reward^ 
Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 

)  But  the  vile  wretch  that  flies  from  me* 
Both  his  own  foul  an  injury  ; 
Fools  that  againft  my  grace  rebel, 
Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell. 

HYMN  LV.     Long  Metre.     Dr.  S.  Stennett.     J, 
Gods  reafoninz  ivith  men.     If.  i.  18. 


■c 


OME  finners,  faith  the  mighty  God 
Heinous  as  all  your  Crimes  have  beerf 

B  a  Lof 


BEFORE     SERMON. 

Lo  !  I  defcend  from  mine  abode 
To  reafon  with  the  fons  of  men. 

No  clouds  of  darknefs  veil  my  face, 

No  vengeful  lightnings  flafli  around 
I  come  with  terms  oflife  and  peace  ; 
Where  iinhath  reign'd  let  grace  abound. 

Yes,  Lord,   we  will  obey  thy  call, 
And  to  thy  gracious  Sceptre  bow  y 

O  make  our  crimfon  fins  like  wool, 
Our  fcarlet  fins  as  white  as  fnow-     • 

[frail  our  thankful  lips  repeat 
Thy  pralfes  with  a  tuneful  voice,. 
"While,  humbly  proftrate  at  thy  feet, 
We  wonder,   tremble,  and  rejoice. 

HYMN  LVI.     Long  Metre.     Doddridge.         A- 
A  joyfol  Courfe.% 

A  "  flifl:  us,  Lord,  thy  name  to  praife 
jT\   For  the  rich  gofoel  of  thy  grace; 
/'  ad,  that  our  hearts  may  love  it  more, 
b  them  to  feel  its  vital  power. 

h  joy  may  we  our  courfe  purfue, 
And  -keep  the  crown  of  life  in  view; 
That  crown,  which  in  one  hour  repays 
The  labour  of  ten  thouiand  days. 

3  Should 


BEFORE     SERMON.         53 

>   Should  bonds  or  death  obftruct  our  way 
Unmov'd  their  terrors  we'll  furvey; 
And  the  lad  hour  improve  for  thee, 
The  laft  of  life,  or  liberty. 

4  Welcome  thofe  bonds>  which  may  unite; 
Our  fouls  to  their  fupreme  delight! 
"Welcome  that  death  whofe  painful  ft  rife 
Bears  us  to  Christ  our  better  life!. 

LVII.     Common  Metre.     (Pf.    cxix.)         A. 
Breathing  after   Holinefi. 

that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
To  keep    his  ftatutes   (till! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grac© 
To  know  and  do  his  will! 

2  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit., 
Nor  a£t  the   liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  % 

Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
Nor  covetous  defires  a  rife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 


B  o  4  8f&tr 


54         BEFORE     SERMON. 

4  Order  my  Footfteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  fincere  ; 

Let  fin  have  no  dominion,   Lord, 

But  keep  my  confidence  clear. 

5  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

1  Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,   or  heart,  or  hands 
Offend  again  ft  my  God. 

HYM;v  LVIII.    «JM£fc  Metre.  A. 

^  drift  frechus. 

j  \   ~       Love  thy  charming  name, 
J[    s  Tis  mufic  to  my  ear  j 
Fain  would  I  found  it  out  fo  loud 
That  earth  and  heav'n  might  hear 

2  Yes  thou  art  precious  to  my  foul, 

My  tranfport  and  my  truft, 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  fordid  dufc. 

3  All  my  capacious  pow'rs  can  wifli 

In  thee  moft  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  tyes  is  light  fo  dear, 
Nor  iViedihip  half  {q  fweet. 


4  O 


BEFORE     SERMON.  55 

4  O  may  thy  ?    ^ce  ftiH  cheer  my  heart, 

And  flied  its  fragrance  there  ! 
The  nbbleifc  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  fpeak  the  honours  of  thy  name 

With  my  J  aft  lab'ring  breath  ; 
Wher*  fpeechlefs  clafp  thee  in  mine  arms 
My  joy  in  life  and  death! 

|  HYMN  LIX.     Short  Metre,  A. 

A  preached  Word. 

1  "ITir  7"  I  T  H  heart  and  lips  unfeign'd, 

V  %       We  praife  thee  for  thy  word  \ 
We  blefs  thee  for  the  joyful  news 
Of . our  redeeming  Lord. 

2  O  let  thy  prefent  voice, 

Accomplifii  thy  delign, 
Diftil  on  all  our  thirfty  fouls, 
And  confecrate  us  thine. 

3  Water  thy  facred  feed, 

And  give  it  great  increafe  ; 
Let  neither  fowls  nor  rocks  nor  thorns* 
Hinder  the  fruits  of  peace. 

4  Then  tho'  we  weeping  fow, 

And  tears  our  hearts  employ  5 

We. 


$6  BEFORE     SERMON. 

We  know  we  fliall  return  again, 
And  bring  our  fheaves  with  joy. 
5   Our  lives  now  hid  with  Chrift, 
With  him  fhall  foon  appear  ; 
And  we  array'd  in  all  his  light, 
Shall  meet  him  in  the  air. 

LX.  Common  Metre.  (Pf.  hcxxix.)-        J. 
A  blefed  Gojbd, 

i  \y  left  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know 
J[3   The  gofpcl's  joyful  found  ; 
Peace  fliall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  fteps  furround. 

it  Their  joy  fliall  bear  their  fpirits  up 
Thro'  their  Redeemer's  name  j 
His  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope. 
Nor  fatan  dares  condemn, 

3   The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence 
Strength  and  falvation  gives  : 
Ifrael,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 


KYMN 


AFTER     SERMON.  57 

HYMN  LXL  Common  Metre.         J. 
Grace. 

I TTJ  ich  grrice,free  grace  moft  fweetiy  calls 
£\,   Directly  come  who  will  5 
Juft  as  you  are,  for  Christ  receives 
Poor  helplefs  finners  ftill. 

2  Tis  grace  each  day  that  feeds  our  fouls  ; 
grace  keeps  us  inly  poor  5 
And,  O!    that  nothing  elfe  but  grace 
May  rule  for  evermore. 

LXiL  Common  Metre.  (Pf.  exxx. )        J, 

Pardoning  Grace. 

1  ff~\UT  of  die  deeps  of  long  diftrefe, 
\^P    The  borders  of  defpair, 

I  fent  rHy  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  ~vove  thine  ear. 

2  Greai  God,  fbould  thy  feverer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  n  venge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flefli  coidd  Kind, 

3  Bu.    her»;  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  withliis blood 
To  draw  as  near  to  thee. 

4  Then 


68  AFTER     SERMON. 

4  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrael  truft,' 

Let  Ifrael  feek  his  face; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  Is  his  grace. 

5  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  finners  long  enflav'd; 

The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 

And  Ifrael  (hall  be  fav'd. 

HYMN  LXIII.'  Common  Metre.     Toplady.       7. 
ChriJFs  Inter cejf on. 

1  A  ^  A^J  ^weet  gratitude  and  fing, 
XI,  Th'  afcended  Saviour's  love  ; 
Sing  how  he  lives  to  carry  on, 

His  people's  caufe  above. 

2  For  all  that  come  to  God  by  him, 

Salvation  he  demands  ; 
Points  to  their  names  upon  his  breafty 
And  fpreads  his  wounded  hands. 

3  His  fweet  atoning  facriflce, 

Gives  fanclion  to  his  claim  : 
"  Father,  I  will  that  all  my  faints, 
cc  Be  with  me  where  I  am  : 


4   "  By  their  falvation,  recompenfe, 
"  The  forrows  I  endur'd  y 


"  Juft 


AFTER     SERMON.  sg 

li  Juft  to  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 
4i   And  faithful  to  thy  word." 

5   Eternal  life,   at  his  requeft, 
To  every  faint  is  given  : 
Safety  on  Earth,   and,   after  death, 
The  plenitude  of  Heaven. 

HYMN  LXIV.    Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.     J. 
l%e  Refiirreffion  of  Ghriji. 

J*  OS  ANN  A  to  the  Prince  of  light 
J    That  cloth'd  himfelf  in  clay  ; 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Imnianuel  rofe  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  fting  away, 
Andfpoil'd  our  hellifh  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloff^ 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  fears  of  honour  in  his  flefh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  Haife  your  devotion,   mortal  tongues5 

To  reach  his  blefs'd  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  ofourfongs, 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

5  Brighi 


6o  ,AFTER    SERMON. 

5   Bright  angeis,  Crv'rke  your  loucieft  ftring 
.  Your  fwcetefr  voices  raife  j 
Let  heav'n  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Immanuel's   praife. 


HYMN  LXV.     Common  Metre.  J. 

The  Kingdom  of  God,  not  in  tvorJ,  but  in  poiver. 

Form  of  words  tho'  e'er  fo  found 
Can  never  fave  a  foul, 
Phe  Holy  Ghoft  muft  give  the  wound, 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 


■A 


2  Though  God's  election  is  a  truth, 

Small  comfort  there  I  fee, 
4  Till  I  am  told  by  God's  own  mouth, 
Thar.  He  has  chofen  me. 

3  Sinners,  I  read,   are  juftifled, 

By  faith  in  Jesus'  blood  : 
But  when  to  me  that  blood's  appli'd, 
'Tis  then  I've  peace  with  God. 

4  Imputed  righteoufnefs  I  own, 

A  dodtrine  moll  divine  •, 
When  Jesus  to  my  heart  makes  known, 
That  all  his  merit's  mine. 

r  To  perfeverance  I  agree ; 

The  thing  to  me  is  clear  *, 

Becaufe 


AFTER     SERMON.  61 

Becaufethe  Lord  lias  promif'd  me, 
That  I  (hall  perfevere. 

6  Tlius  chriftians  glorify  the  Lord  ; 
His  Spirit  joms  with  ours, 
In  bearing  witnefs  to  his  word, 
With  all  its  faving  pow'rs. 

HYMN  LXVI.     Common  Metre.      Edm.  Jonea.     J. 
"The  faaefsfui  Rtfofoc,      Eft,  iv.   16. 

O  M  E,   humble  Tinner,  in  whole 
_Ji  breaft, 

A  thorrfand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppreft, 
And  make  this  laft  reiolve. 

2  "  Fil  go  to  Jesus,   t ho' my  fin 

"  Hath  like  a  mountain  rofe  ; 
"  I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
"Whatever  may  oppofe. 

3  "Profirate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

"  And  there  my  guilt  confefs, 

"  III  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

"  Without  his  fovereign  grace. 

4  "  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

"  Whofe  fceptre  pardon  gives, 

"  Perhaps 


62  AFTER.  ^  SERMO:\. 

<s  Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
"  And  then  the  fuppliant  lives. 

5  cc  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

"  Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  \- 
"  But  if  I  perifh  I  will  pray, 
"  And  perifh  only  there. 

6  "  I  can  but  perifh  if  I  go, 

"  I  am  refolv'd  to  try  : 
For  if  I  ftay  away,   I  know 
I  mu-ft  forever  die.'? 

HYMN  LXVII.     Common  Metfe?.  Ryland,  Jim.     J. 
Hell  the  Sinners  t  own  Place. 

1  1        ord  when  I  read  the  traitors  doom 
JLi  To  "  his  own  place"  confign'd, 

What  holy  humble  fear  aijj  hope 
Alternate  fill  my  mind  ! 

2  Traitor  to  thee  I  too  have  been, 

But  fav'd  by  matchlefs  grace, 
Or  elk  the  lowed,  hotted  hell- 
Had  furely  been  my  place. 

3  Thither  I  was  by  law  adjudg'd, 

And  thitherward  rufrVd  on  j 
■\nd  there  in  my  eternal  doom 
TbyjnfUce  might  fciiye  flione. 

4  But 


AFTER     SERMON.  63 

4  Butlo!  (what  wond'rous,  matchlefs  love) 
I  call  a  place  my  own 
On  earth,  within  the  gofpel  found, 
And  at  thy  gracious  throne. 

£   A  place  is  mine  among  thy  faints, 
A  place  at  Jesus'  feet, 
And  I  expect  in  Heaven  a  place 
Where  faints  and  angels  meet. 

6  Bhft  limb  of  God,  thy  fovereign  grace 
To  all  around  I'd  tell, 
Which  made  a  place  in  glory  mine, 
Whole  juft  defert  was  hell. 

HYMN  LXVIII.     Common  Metre.  J. 

Dif?s7>JJlon. 

1  BT*  ATHER,  before  we  hence  depar: 
JL      Send  thy  good  Spirit  down  ; 

Let  him  reiide  in  every  heart, 
And  Mefs  the  feed  that's  fown. 

2  Thou  fountain  of  eternal  love  ! 

Who  gav'ft  tfc*  Son  to   die  5 
O  let  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Enlighten  and  apply. 


HYMN 


64  AFTER     SERMON. 

HirMN  LXIX.    Common  Metre.  Rippon's  Col.  J. 

DifmiJJion. 

1  "I"  N  vain  Apollo's  filver  tongue, 

X   And  Paul's  with  drains  profound, 
DifFufe  among  the  liftening  throng, 
The  Gofpel's  glad'ning  found. 

2  Jesus,   the  work  is  wholly  thine, 

To  form  the  heart  anew, 
Now  let  thy  fovereign  grace  divine 
Each  ftubborn  foul  renew. 

HYMN  LXX.     Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.     J. 
The  profptSl  of  Heaven  mates  death  eafy 

1  HP1  H  £  R  E  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

1       Where  faints  immortal  reign  : 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
Andpleafure  banifli  pain. 

2  There  evcrlafting  fpring  abides, 

And  never  fading  flow'rj  : 
Death,   like  a  narrow  fea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  curs. 

3  [Sweet  fields  beyond  the  fwelling  flood, 

Stand  drefs'd  in  living  green  : 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  flood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  Bu^ 


A  F  T  E  £     SERMON.  65. 

4  But  fearful  mortals  ftart  and  fhrink, 

To  crofs  this  narrow  fea  j 
And  linger,   Ihiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away.] 

5  O  !  Could  we  make  our  doubts  remove 

Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife, 
And  fee  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  un beclouded  eyes  ? 

6  Could  we  but  climb  Where  Mofes  flood, 

And  view  the  landfkip  o?er, 
Not  Jordan's  ftreams,   nor  death's  cold 
Should. fright  us  from  the  fhore.  (flood 
HYMN  LXXI.     Common  Metre.     Rippon's  Coil.  J. 
San£lifi:ation  Sought. 

X^l     Who  from  the  imprifoning  grave 
Reftor'd  the  Shepherd  of  the  fheep, 
Omnipotent  to  fave. 

2  Thro'  the  rich  Merits  of  that  blood, 

Which  he  on  Calvary  fpilt, 
To  make  th'  eternal  Cov'nant  fure, 
On  which  our  hopes  are  built. 

3  Per  feci:  our  fouls  in  every  grace, 

T'  accomplifh  all  his  wilj, 

And 


66  AFTER     SERMON. 

And  all  that's  pleafing  in  his  fight, 
Infpire  us  to  fulfil  ! 

4   For  the  great  Mediator's  fake, 
We  for  thefe  bleffings  pray  : 
With  glory  let  his  name  be  crowc'd, 
Thro'  Heaven's  eternal  day  ! 

«YMN  LXXII.  Common  Metre.  Rippon's  Coll.  % 
Praift  to  the  Lamb. 

1  'frxTOT  unto  us,  but  thee  alone, 
£  J\     Bled  Lamb,  be  glory  given  ! 

Here  fhall  thy  praifes  be  begun, 
And  carried  on  in  Heaven. 

2  The  hoft  of  fpirits  now  with  thee, 

Eternal  anthems  fing  : 
To  imitate  them  here,   lo  !   we, 
Our  Hallelujahs  bring. 

3  Had  we  our  tongues  like  them  infpir'dj 

Like  theirs  our  fongs  ihou'd  rife  ; 
Like  them  we  never  ihould  be  tir'd, 
But  love  the  facrifice. 

4  'Till  we  the  veil  of  flafh  lay  down.. 

Accept  pur  weaker  lays  j 

And 


AFTER     SERMON.  6T 

And  when  we  reach  thy  father's  throne 
We'll  give  thee  nobler  praife. 
-HYMN  LXXIII.  Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Qodoxr  only  hafpinefs, 

1  ~7;  j%  Y  God,    my  portion,   &  my  love 
XVJL    1v-7  ever]  a  (tin  g  AH  5 

I've  none  but  thee  in  Heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  "What  empty  things  are  all  the  ikies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  1 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light : 
^Tis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon  j 
If  thou  withdraw,   'tis  night. 

4  And  whilft  upon  my  reftlefs  bed, 

Amklft  the  mades  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  raife  my  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  foul. 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  fofe  abode  : 
We  praife  thy  name  for  all  thefe  things, 
But  they  are  not  our  God. 

6  Were 


68  AFTER     SERMON. 

6  Were  I  pofTeftbr  of  the  earth, 
And  call'd  the  ftars  my  own  ; 
Without  thy  graces  and  thyfclf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

HYMN  LXXIV.  Common  Metre.        j. 
Defiring  Jijfurance  of  God 's  favor. 

i    |p  TERNAL  fource  of  joys  divine, 
JLj   To  thee  my  foul  afpires  : 
O  could  I  fay,   "  The  Lord  is  mine," 
'Tis  all  my  foul  deiires. 

a  Thy  fmile  can  give  me  real  joy, 
Unmingled,   and  refin'd  ; 
Subftantiai  blifs  without  alloy, 
And  lafting  as  the  mind. 

3  Thy  ftniles  can  gild  the  (hades  of  woe, 

Bid  ftormy  trouble  ceafe, 
Spread  the  fair  dawn  of  heav'n  below, 
And  fweeten  pain  to  peace. 

4  My  hope,  my  truft,  my  life,   my  Lord, 

Allure  me  of  thy  love  ; 
O  fpeak  the  kind  tranfporting  word, 
And  bid  my  fear  remove. 

5  Then 


'A 


AFTER     SERMON.  69 

Then  iiiall  my  thankful  pow'rs  rejoice, 

And  triumph  in  my  God, 
Till  heav'nly  tranfport  tunes  my  voice, 

To  ipread  thy  praife  abroad. 

KYI. :  N  LXXV.    Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  J. 
Safety  in  God. 

BISK,   my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs 
J^    And  triumph  in  my  God  j 
Awake,  my  voice,   and  loud  proclaim 
Kis  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  rai&'d  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  fix'd  my  (ran ding  more  fecure, 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlafting  love, 

Beneath  my  foul  he  plac'd. 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  fet 
My  flipp'ry  footfteps  faft. 

4  The  city  of  my  blefs'd  abode 

Is  waii'd  around  with  grace  ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  ftands 
To  (hield  the  facred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  fiiarpeft  fpite, 

And  all  his  legions  roar  ; 

Almighty 


?o  AFTER     S  E  R  M  O  rf 

Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  pow'r. 

6   Arife,   my  foul,   awake,   my  voice, 
And  i'ongs  of  praifes  ring  ; 
Loud  hallelujahs  (kail  ad  dreis 

My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

HYMN  I.XXVI.  Common  Metre.  J. 

For  New  Year*  Day. 

I       A    ND  now,   my    foul  another  y.-uy 
Ji~\_   Of  thy  fhort  life  is  paft. 
I  cannot  long  continue  here, 
And  this  may  be  my  laic, 

-2   Much  of  my  dubious  life  is  gone,    • 
Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  fwift  my  paffing  moments  run, 
The  few  that  yet  remain. 

3  Awake,  my  foul,  with  utmoft  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn; 
What  are  thy  hopes,  how  fare,  how  f*ir 
And  what  thy  great  concern. 

4  Now  a  new  fcene  of  time  begins, 

Set  out  afrefti  for  Heaven  ; 

Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  fins, 

In  Chrijt  fo  freely  given. 

5  Devoutly 


AFTER    SERMON.  fi 

5   Devoutly  yield  thyfelf  to  God, 
And  on  his  grace,  depend  ; 
With  zeal  purfue  the  heav'nly  road, 
Nor  doubt  a  happy  end.    ' 

HYMN  LXXVII.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  S.  Stennett.  J. 
The  AttraSIkn  of  the  Cr'fs,      (John  xii.    32.) 

1  "10r'ONDER---amazmgSight  !--,  Iiee 

Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God., 
Expiring  on  the  accurfed  tree, 
And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 

2  Behold  a  purple  torrent  run 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head  : 
The    crimfon  tide  puts  out  the  fun  j 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,   the  darken'd  fky 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud  ! 
And  with  th'  amaz'd  centurion  cry, 
"  This  is  the  fan  of  God." 

4  So  great,   fo  vaft  a  facrifice 

May  well  my  hope  revive  : 
If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  finner  fure  may  live. 

g   O  that  thefe  cords  of  love  divine, 
Might  draw  me,  Lord  to  thee, 

Thou 


AFTER     SERMON. 

Thou  haft  my  heart,   it  (hall  be  thine  — 
Thine  it  iliail  ever  be  ! 
HYMN  LXXVIII.  CommoD  Metre.         A. 

Contri 

1  jf^\  Thou  whofe  tender  mercy  hears 
%^Jf    Contrition's  humble  figh; 

Whofe  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  forrow's  weeping  eye. 

2  See!   low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

We  wretched  wanderers  mourn; 
Haft  thou  not  bid  us  feek  thy  face? 
Haft  thou  not  faid,   return? 

3  And  (hall  mj  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  us  from  thy  feet? 
O  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 

This  only  fafe  retreat. 

• 

4  O  fhine  on  this  benighted  heart 

With  beams  of  mercy  fhine; 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  tafteof  joys  divine. 

5  Thy  prefence  only  can  beftow 

Delights  which  never  cloy; 
Be  this  my  folace  here  below, 
And  my  eternal  joy. 


AFTER     SERMON.  73 

HYMN  LXXIX.  Common  Metre.  The  Coll.     A. 
Providence. 

1    /T^  ®^*  moves  in  a  myfterious  way, 
\JP"    His  wonders  to  perform; 
He  plants  his  footfteps  in  the  fea. 
And  rides  upon  the  ftorm. 

1   Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
Of  never  failing  {kill, 
He  treafures  up  his  bright  deflgns, 
And  works  his  fovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  faints  frefh  courage  takei 

The  clouds  you  fo  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy  and  fhall  break 
In  blellings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  fenfe. 

But  truft  him  for  his  grace; 
Behind  a  frowning  Providence 
He  hides  a  fmiling  face. 

5  His  purpofes  will  ripen  faft, 

Unfolding  every  hour; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  tafte 
But  fweet  will  be  the  flow'iv 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  fure  to  err, 

And  lean  his  work  in  vain: 

C  God 


74  AFTER     SERMO  N. 

God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 
HYMN  LXXX.  Common  Metre.  The  Coll.     A: 
Rapture. 

1        And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  ikies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 

Shall  death  itfelf  outbrave, 

Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 

And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There  where  my  bleffed  Jefus  reigns,- 

In  Heaven's  unmeafur'd  fpace, 
I'll  fpend  a  long  eternity 
in  pleafure  and  in  praife. 

f  Millions  of  years  my  wondering  eyes 
Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endlefs  ages  Til  adore, 
The  glories  of  thy  love, 

;   Sweet  Jefus  every  fmile  of  thine 
Shall  frcfli  endearments  bring; 
And  thoufand  taftes  of  new  delights, 
From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 

HYMN 


AFTER     SERMON.  75 

LXXXI.  Common   Metre.     The  Coll.       A. 
ChrijliOn  Soldier. 

j   "  H\RESS  uniform  the  foldier's  wear, 
JLr    When  duty  calls  abroad; 
Not  purchas'd  at  their  coft  or  care, 
But  by  the  prince  beftowed. 

2  Chrift's  foldiers  too,  if  Chrifl-Iike  bred, 

Have  regimental  drefs  ; 
'Tis  linen  white,  faced  with  red, 
'Tis  Chrift's  own  rightebufndh 

3  A  rich  and  fightly  robe  it  is, 

And   to  the  foidier  dear; 
No  rofe  can  learn  to  blufli  like  this. 
Nor  lily  look  fo  fair. 

4  'Tis  wrought  by  Jeftis'  Ikilful  hand, 

And  ting'd  with  his  own  blood*, 
It  make  the  Cherubs  gazing  ftand 
To  view  this  robe  of  God. 

5  This  vefture  never  WAxeth  old, 

Nor,  fpot  thereon  can  fall ; 
It  makes  a  foidier  brifk  and  bold, 
And  dutiful  withall. 

6  This  robe  put  on  me,  Lord  each  day, 

And  it  ftiall  hide  my  fhame,, 

C   2  Shall 


76  AFTER     SERMO  N. 

Shall  make  me  fight  and  fing  and  pray 
And  blefs  my  captain's  name. 
HYMN  LXXXII.  Common  Metre.  The  Col!. 
General. 

i  LORY  to  God,  who  gave  the  word 
And  bid  the  preachers  cry  ; 
Who  caus'd  his  will  to  be  proclaim'd, 
And  brought  fulvation  nigh. 

2  Lord,   ever  give  us  of  this  bread, 

And  grant  us  ears  to  hear  ; 
Hearts  to  receive  the  heav'nly  Cesdy 
And  bring  forth  fruit  with  fear. 

3  O  may  thy  word  direct  our  path, 

And  guide  our  fault'ring  feet  ; 
Direct  us  in  the  living  way, 
And  to  thy  mercy  feat  ! 

4  Fill  every  hungry  foul,  that  cries, 

From  thine  exhauftlefs  (tore  ; 

And  let  no  one  go  empty  hence, 

But  tafte,   and  pray  for  more. 

5  Let  all  thy  children,  Lord,   be  fed, 

With  the  eternal  word  ; 
2s  wife,    and  ftrongcr  grow  thereby, 
Jncreafing  in  the  Lord. 

HYZvIM 


AFTER     SERMON.  77 

HYMN  LXXXI1I.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  A. 
A   Godly  forroiv  for  Cbrifi 's  fujfaings . 

1  A    LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 
X"\_    And  did  my  fov'reign  die  ; 
Wou'd  he  devote  that  facred  head 

For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !   grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree. 

3  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide, 

And  {hut  his  glories  in, 
When  Chrift  the  mighty  Saviour  dy'cl 
For  man  his  creature's  fin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face, 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears, 
Diflblve  my  heart  in  tendernefs. 
And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears, 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,   Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away  , 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


HYMN 


78  AFTER    SERMON. 

HYMN  LXXXIV.  Com.  Mctre.Dr.  Doddrklge.     7. 
Salvation  Approaching. 

1  A  WAKE^yefa5nts,and  lift  your  eyes 
jLjL    And  raifeyour  voices  high  5 

Awake,   and  praife  that  fovereign  lore 
That  {hews  falvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near  : 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day  ; 
And  each  revolving  year  ! 

3  Not  many  years  their  round  mail  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rife, 
Ere  ail  its  glories  ftand  reveal'd 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  fpeed  your  courfe 

Ye  mortal  powers,  decay  ; 
Faft  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 

HYMN  LXXXV.  Common  Metre.  Rippon's  Coll.    J. 
Tie  Parable  of  the  Soiver.     Matt.  xiii.  3 10. 

i    "^T°W,  Lord,  the  heav'nly  feed  is 
JL  11     Be  it  thy  fervant's  care      (fown, 
Thy  heavenly  bleffing  to  bring  down, 
By  humble  fervent  prayer. 

*  la 


AFTER     SERMON.  79 

-a   In  vain  we  plant  without  thine  aid, 
And  water  too  in  vain  ; 
Lord  of  the  harveft,   God  of  grace, 
Send  down  thy  heav'nly  rain. 
3  Thenfhallourchearfulhearts&  tongues 
Begin  this  fong  divine  ; 
"Thou,  Lord,  haft  given  the  rich  increafe 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

HYMN  LXXXVI.  Common  Metre.  The  Coll.     J. 

1  i^\  JEsU>  JESU5  deareft  LoR:D» 
|^/  How  wond'rous  is  thy  love  ! 
Thy  patience,   pity,  tendernefs, 

Which!  each  moment  prove  ! 

2  O  Lord,  how  faithlefs  is  my  heart,, 

How  apt  to  turn  afi'de ; 
And  wander  in  its  own  deceits, 
#Of  reafoning  and  pride  ! 

h   Yet,   deareft  Saviour,   love  me  ft  ill, 
The  pooreft,   and  the  worft  j 
For  well  I  know  where  fin  abounds, 
Thy  grace  abounds  the  mod. 

4  Yet  let  me  not  thy  grace  abufe, 
And  fin  becauie  thon'rt  good  j 

C   4  $W 


So  AFTER     SERMON. 

But  let  thy  love  fill  me  with  fhame, 
That  I  thy  love  withftood.* 

5    On  me,   my  King,   exert  thy  pow'iy 
Make  old  things  pafs  away, 
Create  all  new,   and  draw  me  frill, 
Still  nearer  ev'ry  day. 

6  I  thank  and  praife  thee,  deareftLoRD, 
For  all  that  thou  haft  done  : 
O  take  me  to  thee  a-s  I  am, 
For  thy  redeemed  one. 

LXXXVII.  Common  Metre.     (Pf.  Ixxi)    J. 
Rejoicing  in  hope. 

1  T\/I"  Y  Saviour,  my  Almighty  friend, 
JlVA    When  I  begin  to  praife  ; 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 

Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  !' 
Send  down  thy  grace,  O  bleffed  Lord, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

3  My  feet  (hall  travel  all  the  length, 

Of  theceleftial  road  ; 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrength 
To  fee  the  Lord  my  God. 

4  How 


AFTER     SERMON.  81 

4  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicYries  of  my  King  ! 
My  foul  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvation  nng. 

5  My  tongue  mall  all  the  day  proclaim, 

My  Saviour  and  my  God  ; 
His  death  hath  brought  my  foes  tofhame 
And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood. 

6  Awake,  awake,   my  tuneful  pow'rs, 

With  this  delightful  fqn,g 
I'll  entertain  the  dar^eft  hours* 
Nor  think  thefeafon  long. 

HYMN  LXXXVIII.  Common  Metre.  Steel.  J. 
Praife  to  Hie  Redeemer, 

1  r  |  T  p  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

I       Awake  the  facred  fong  I 
O  may  his  love  (immortal  flame) 
Tune  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love  what  mortal  thought  can  reach 

What  mortal  tongue  difplay  ? 
Imagination's  utmoft  ftretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 


C  5  3  Let 


*2  AFTER     SERMON; 

3  Let  wonder  (till  with  love  unite, 

And  gratitude  and  joy  ; 
Jesus  be  our  fupreme  delight, 
His  praife  our  bed  employ. 

4  Jesus,   who  left  his  throne  on  high, 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  blifs, 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die  :--- 
Was  ever  love  like  this  ?  • 

£   Dear  Lord,   while  we  adoring  pay, 
Our  humbk  thanks  to  thee ; 
May  evVy  heart,  with  rapture  fay, 
11  The  Saviour  dy'd  for  me." 

5  O  may  the  fwcet  the  blifsful  theme 

Fill  cy'ry  heart  and  tongue, 
Till  ftrangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  facred  fong. 

HYMN  LXXXIX.  Common  Metre.      Steel.    J. 
Watchfulnefs  and  Prayer.      (Matt.   xxvi.   41.) 

x       A     LAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rife! 
/a    What  fnares  befet  my  way  ! 
To  Heaven  O  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

i  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  com- 
And  melt  in  flowing  tears;      (plain, 

My 


AFTER     SERMON.  83 

My  weak  refinance,  ah  !  how  vain  ! 
How  ftrong  my  foes  and  fears. 

3  O  gracious  God,   in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid. 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  ftrive, 
Tho'  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increafe  my  faith,  increafe  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail; 
And  bear  my  fainting  fpirits  up, 
Or  foon  my  %-ength  will  fail. 

5  When  ere  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  my  feet  a  fide, 
My  God,   thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  O  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way* 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee'; 

And  let  me  never,   never  ftray 

From  happinefs  and  thee. 

HYMN  XC.     Common  Metre.  The  Coll.    7, 
*Tbe  Sinner  converted. 

l&~^\  FT  I  reflect  upon  thy  grace, 
\^J    With  tears  of  thankfulneis, 
Which  call'd  me  from  my  native  place, 
The  world's  wide  wildernefs. 

C   6  2   My 


84  AFTER     SERMON. 

2  My  precious  time  I  vainly  fpent, 

Subject  to  nature's  fway; 
My  corrupt,  carnal  will  was  bent 
Its  motion  to  obey. 

3  Thick  darknefs  overfpread  my  mind, 

I  ftumbled  in  the  night, 
All  my  affections  were  inclin'd 
To  creaturely  delight. 

4  God  faw  me  in  this  wretched  cafe, 

A  Have  to  bafe  defire  ; 
And,  by  an  act  of  fpecial  grace, 
The  brand  pluck'd  from  the  fire. 

%   O  may  a  fenfe  of  mercies  paft, 
Stir  up  my  foul  to  praife  ; 
And  whet  my  appetite,  to  tafle, 
Thy  larger  draughts  of  grace. 
HYMN  XCr.     Common  Metre.   The  Coll.  J. 
¥he  Believer  s  Hope. 

1  T  T  E  is  a  God  of  fov'reign  love, 
JL-  X  That  prornis'd  Heav'n  to  me  •, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  ibar  above, 

Where  happy  fpirits  be. 

2  Prepare  me,   Lord  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ! 

Come 


AFTER     SERMOtf.  8 

Come  death  and  fome  cekftial  band  ! 
To  bear  myvfoul  away. 

3  Then,  my  beloved,   take  my  foul 

Up  to  thy  bleft  abode  ; 
That  face  to  face  I  may  behold 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

4  God  has  laid  up  in  Heav'n  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  righteous  Judge  at  the  great  day 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

5  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone*, 
But  all  that  love  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

HYMN  XCII.     Common  Metre.  The  Gdil.      J»- 
the  Chrifdans  Expeffation. 

I    /^I'ODof  all'  eonfolat'ion,   take 
\jf   The  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  gifts  to  thee  we  render  back 
In  ceafelefs  fongs  of  praife. 
a  Not  unto  us,  but  thee,  O  Lord,, 
Glory  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
For  ev'ry  gracious  thought  and*  word. 
That  brought  us  nearer  Heav'n. 

C  7  3   & 


86  AFTER     SERMON. 

3  Our  fouls  are  in  his  mighty  hand. 

And  He  will  keep  them  ft  ill  ; 
And  you  and  I  fhall  furc  y  ftand 
With  Him  on  Zion's  bill. 

4  Him  eye  to  eye  we  there  (hall  fee, 

Our  face,   like  his,    fliall  Ebine  ; 
O  what  a  glorious  company, 
When  faints  and  angels  join  ! 

£    O  what  a  joyful  meeting  there, 
In  robes  of  white  array'd  ; 
Palms  in  our  hands  w*e  all  fhall  bear, 
And  crowns  upon  our  head  ! 

6  Then  let  us  earnestly  contend, 
And   fight  our  pannage  thro'; 
Bear  in  our  faithful  mind  the  end, 
And  keep  the  prize  in  view. 

HYMN  XCIII.     Common  Metre.    The  Coll.     £. 
Breathing  after   Heavenly    Things. 

I    H  "^O  thee,   my  God,   I  hourly  figh, 
jL     But  not  for  golden  ftores  ; 
Nor  covet  I  the  brighteft  gems, 
On  the  rich  eaftern  fhores. 


Nor  that  deluding  empty  joy, 
Men  call  a  mighty  name  j 


Nor 


AFTER     SERMON.  87 

Nor  greatoefs  in  its  gayeft  forms, 
My  reftlefs  thoughts  enflame. 

3  Nor  pleasure's  foft  enticing  charms, 

My  fond  defi'res  allure  ; 
Far  greater  things  than  earth  can  yield, 
My  wifhes  would  fecure. 

4  Thofe  blifsful,  thofe  transporting  faults, 

That  brighten  Heav'n  above  ; 
The  boundlefs  riches  of  thy  grace, 
And  treafures  of  thy  love. 

5  Thefe  are  the  mighty  things  I  crave  : 

0  !    make  thefe  bleffings  mine  ; 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  world 

1  gladly  will  refign. 

HYMN  XCIV.     Common  Metre.  The    Col!.  J. 
Tribulation. 

i   fTHHE  fouls  that  would  to  Jesu  s  prefs 
Muft  fix  this  firm  and  fure, 
That  tribulation,   more  or  lefs, 
They  muft  and  ihall  endure. 

2   From  this  there  can  be  none  exempt ; 
'Tis  God's  own  wife  decree  : 
Satan  the  weakeft  faint  will  tempt, 
Nor  is  the  ftongeft  free. 

C  a  3   The 


88  AFTER    SERMON. 

3  The  world  oppofes  from  without, 

And  unbelief  within.: 
"We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  we  doubt, 
And  feel  the  load  of  fin. 

4  Glad  frames  too  often  lift  us  up, 

And  then  how  proud  we  grow, 
'Till  fad  defertion  makes  us  droopy 
And  down  we  fink  as  low. 

5  Ten  thoufand  baits  the  foe  prepares 

To  catch  the  wand'ring  heart ; 
And  feldom  do  we  fee  the  fnares, 
Before  we  feel  the  fmart. 

6  But  let  not  all  this  terrify; 

Purfue  the  narrow  path  ; 
Look  to  the  Lord  with  fledfafl  eye, 
And  fight  with  hell  by  faith. 

7  Tho'  we  are  feeble,   Christ  is  ftrong  ; 

His  promifes  are  true.; 
We  fhall  be  conqu'rors  all  ere  long, 
And  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 

HYMN  XCV.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.  7. 
Trials  overcome  by   Hope. 

1  \  \  T  ^  ^  ^  * can  reflc*  my  tn^e  c^ear* 

V V      To  manfions  in  the  fkies, 

I 


AFTER     SERMON.  89 

I  bid  farewell  to  evVy  fear, 
And  wipe  my  keeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage. 

And  heiiifh  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  fmile  at   fatan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  comer 

And,ltorms  of  forrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home. 
My  God,   my  Heav'n,  my  All : 

4  There  fhall  I  bathe  my  weary  ioul 

In  feas  of  heav'niy  reft, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  breaft. 

HYMN  XCVT.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.  7. 

i   ^kT  AKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came 
X^     And  crept  to  life  at  firft, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  duft. 

2   The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  mort  favours  borrow'd  npw, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

C    q  J    'Tis 


9o  AFTER     SERMON. 

3  Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  highj 

Or  finks  them  in  the  grave, 
He  gives,  and  (blefTed  be  his  name!) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace  all  our  angry  paflions  then, 

Let  each  rebellious  figh 

Be  filent  at  his  foy'reign  will, 

And  every  murmur  die. 

5  If  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praifes  fhall  be  fpread, 
And  we'll  adore  the  juftice  too 
That  ilrikes  our  comforts  dead. 

HYMN  XCVJI.  Com.  Metre.     Dr.  Watts  Serra.  ^. 
Holy  Fortitude. 

Mia  foldier  of  the  crofs  ? 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  fhall  I  fear  to  own  his  caufe  ? 
Or  blulli  to  fpeak  his  name  ? 

Muft  I  be  carry'd  to  the  fkies, 

On  flowery  beds  of  eafe, 
"While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 

And  fail'd  through  bloody  feas  ? 

Are  there  no- foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Mull  I  not  (km  the  flood  r 

I* 


AFTER    SERMON.  9> 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  mufl  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increafe  my  courage  Lord  : 
I'll  bear  the  crofs,   endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  faints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die  ; 
They  fee  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  feize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illuftrious  day  fhall  rife, 

And  all  thy  armies  fhine, 
In  robes  of  vidYry  through  the  fkies, 
The  glory  fhall  be  thine. 

HYMN  XCVIII.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.    jr 
Invitation. 

i    T     ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
JL^   And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 
With  an  inviting  voice, 

2   Come  all  ye  hungry  ftarving  fouls 
That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  ftrivc  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  *, 

3  Eternal 


92  AFTER     SERMON. 

3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepar'd 

A  foul  reviving  feaft, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provifion  tafte. 

4  Ho  !   ye  that  pant  for  living  ft  reams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirft 
With  fprings  that  never  dry. 

£  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here, 
In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 

Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 
XCIX.  Common  Metre.  (Pfi.     Dr.  Watts.)   7. 
The  -way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  -zvidcd. 

I  |3ljESTisthernan>wno^unsthe  place 
jf)  Where  finners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  fcoffer's  feat. 
3  But  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord, 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight  ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3    Green  as  the  leaf  and  ever  fair, 
Shall  his  profeffion  fhine  ; 

While 


AFTER    SERMON.  93 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 
Like  clutters  on  the  viae. 

4  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjuft  ; 

What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dufl> 
Or  chaff  before  the  ftorm. 

5  Sinners  in  judgment  ihall  not  ftand, 

Amongft  the  fons  of  grace, 
When  Chrift  the  judge  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

6  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 

His  heart  approves  it  well  j 
But  crooked  ways  of  finners  lead, 
Pown  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

HYMN  C.  Common  Metre.     The     Col.  J. 
A  prayer  for  faith. 

1  Y71  ATHER,  I  ftretch  my  hands  to  thee 
JC     No  other  help  I  know  ; 

If  thou  withdraw  thyfelf  from  me, 
Ah  !   whither  fhall  I  go  ? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath  ? 
What  pain,  what  labour,  to  fecure, 
My  foul  from  endlefs  death  ! 

3  o 


94  AFTER     SERMON. 

3  O  Jesus,  could  I  thus  believe, 

I  now  iliould  feel  thy  pow'r ; 
Now  my  poor  foul  thou  would'ft  receive 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes  ; 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift  ! 
My  foul  without  it  dies  ! 

HYMN  CI.  Com.  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  Zech.  xiii  r.  J. 

1  |"OW  fad  our  (late  by  nature  is  I 
7JL    Our  fin,  how  deep  it  ftains  ! 

And  fatan  binds  our  captive  fouls 
Faft  in  his  flavifh  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 

Sounds  from  God's  facred  word  ; 
(S  Ho  !   ye  defpairing  finners,  come, 
"   And  truft  upon  the  Lord." 

3  O  may  we  hear  th*  Almighty  call, 

And  run  to  this  relief  ; 
"We  would  believe  thy  promife,  Lord, 
O  !   help  our  unbelief. 

4  To  the  bleft  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Teacli  us,  O  Lord  !  to  fly  : 

There 


AFTKR     SERMON.  <>, 

There  may  we  wafh  our  fpottcd  foull 
From  crime*  of  deepeft  dye  ! 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King, 

Our  reigning  fins  fubdue, 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  bifi  i'cat, 
A  id  form  our  fouh;  an< 

6  Poor,  guilty,    weak  ar.d  helplcfs  won.v;, 

On  thy  kind  aim  we  /"all  \ 

liou  our  ftrength  and  rightcoufnefl 
Our  Jesus  and  our  All. 

!/• 

|     ^ESU  Piedecmer,  Saviour,  Lord, 
ji     The  weary  doner's  friend; 
Goi  Kelp,  pronounce  the  word, 

Bid  my  corruptions  end. 

i    '!>  I 

,r:OUS  pi  0 
cveriafting  ftrength  i 
A  n  •'  e. 

y  powerful  fpirit  can  filtx 
UOCOOC]  ::n, 


96  AFTER    SERMON 

4  Speak  and  the  deaf  fhall  hear  thy  voice 

The  blind  his  fight  receive, 
The  dumb  in  fongs  of  praife  rejoice, 
The  heart  of  ftone  believe. 

5  The  jEthiopthen  fliall  change  his  Ikin, 

The  dead  fhall  feel  thy  power; 
The  loathfome  leper  fliall  be  clean, 
And  I  fliall  fin  abhor. 

HYMN  CIIL  Long  Metre.  The  Coll.         J. 
The  prejfure  of  fin. 

i    fT~\  That  my  load  of  fin  were  gone  F 
\^r    O  that  I  could  at  laft  fubmit, 
At  Jefus'  feet  to  lay  me  down, 
To  lay  my  foul  at  Jefus'  feet ! 

2  When  fliall  mine  eyes  behold  the  Lamb, 

The  God  of  my  falvation  fee  ! 
Weary,  O  Lord,  thou  know'ft  I  am  ; 
Yet    ftill  I  cannot  come  to  thee. 

3  Pveft  for  my  foul  I  long  to  find  ; 

Saviour,  if  mine  indeed  thou  art, 
Give  me  tby  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  ftamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

4  I  would,  but  thou  muft  give  the  powV, 

My  keart  from  evVy  fin  releafe  ', 

Brin£ 


AFTER     SERMON.  97 

Bring  near,  bring  pear  the  joyful  hour, 
Aitd  fill  me  with  thy  heav'nly  peace. 
5   Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  finner  chear 
Let  not  my  Jesus  long  delay  -, 
Appear,  in  my  hard  heart  appear, 
My  Gov,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 

CIV.  Common  Metre.  (Pf.  51.)  J'     - 

I   T     ord,I  would  fpread  my  fore  diflrefs 
JLl    And  guilt  before  thine  eyes; 
Againft  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 
•  2  I  from  the  ftock  of  Adam  came, 
Unholy  and  unclean  j 
All  my  original  is  fhame, 
And  all  my  nature  iin. 

3  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  1  drew, 

Contagion  with  my  breath; 
And  as  my  days  advanc'd  I  grew, 
A  jufter  prey  for  death. 

4  Clean  feme,  O  Lord,  and  chear  my  foul 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
O  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  mv  fins  remove. 

k  Let 


$8  AFTER     SERMON. 

5   Let  not  thy  fpirit  quite  depart, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace, 

f>   Then  fhall  I  make  thy  mercy  known,, 
Before  the  funs  of  men  ; 
Backfliders  fhall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again, 

CV.  Common  Metre.  (Pf.  126.)  J. 

The  joy  of  Converjion. 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name 
And  chang'd  my  mournful  ftate, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  {q  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confefs  : 
My  tongue  brokeout  in  unknown  ftrains 
And  fung  furprifing  grace. 

3  Great  is  the  work,  my  neighbours  cry'd 

And  own'd  the  pow'r  divine  ; 
Great  is  the  work,   my  heart  reply'd, 
And  be  the  glory  thine. 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkefl  fkie#, 
:n  give  us  day  for  n;ght, 

Make 


Cai 


AFTER      SERMO  N.  99' 

Make  drops  of  facred  forrows  rife, 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thole  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait, 

'Till  the  fair  harveft  come  y 
They  fhall  confefs  their  (heaves  are  great 
And  fhout  the  bleffings  home. 

6  Tho'  feed  lie  buried  long  in  duft, 

It  fhan't  deceive  their  hope  ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loir, 
For  giace  infuresthe  crop. 

KYMN  CVI.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.     J. 

A  Living  and  Dead  Faith. 

i'm    ATiftaken  fouls!  that  dream  of  Heav'n 

J^X.   Ancl  make  their  emPly Doafft 
Of  inward  joys  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  flaves  to  luft! 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  , 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites, 

To  Chrift  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  hearts  j 

Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  > 
TJfat  bids  all  finful  joys  depart,     - 
And  lifts  the  thpughts  above. 

4  'T 


*co        AFTER     SERMON. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 
By  a  celeftial  pow'r  ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  fhall  prevail 
In  the  decifive  hour. 

HYMN  CVII.  Common  Metre.  The  Coll.     J. 
Ezekid  xxxvi*.  26, 

1  A    lmighty   God  o|  truth  and  love 
x\.   In  me  thy  pow'r  exert ; 

The  mountain  from  my  foul  remove. 
The  hardnefs  of  my  heart : 

My  mod  obdurate  heart  fubdue, 
In  honor  to  thy  Son, 

And  now  the  gracious  wonder  mew, 
And  take  away  the  flone. 

2  I  want  a  principle  within, 

Of  jealous,  godly  fear  ; 
A  fenfibilhy  of  fin, 

A  pain  to  feel  it  near  : 
I  want  the  firft  approach  to  feel 

Of  pride,   or  vain  defire, 
To  catch  the  wand'rings  of  my  will, 

And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

3  From  thee  that  I  no  more  depart, 

No  more  thy  goodneis  grieve  3 


AFTER     SERMON.         lox 

The  filial  awe,   the  flefhly  heart, 
The  tender  confcience  give  : 

Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 
O  God  !  my  confcience  make  : 

Awake  my  foul  when  fin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  frill  awake. 

HYMN  CVill.  Common  Metre.  The  Coll.         J- 
The  Heavenly  guejl.      Rev.   iii.   20. 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condefcend 
To  vifit  finful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  (hall  mercy  (land, 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 
:    Surprizing  grace  ! — and  (hall  my  heart 
Unmov'd  and  cold  remain  ? 
Has  this  hard  rock  no  tender  part  ? 
Muft  mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

;   Shall  Jesus  for  ad  million  fue, 
His  charming  voice  unheat»d  ? 
And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Remain  for  ever  barr'd  ? 

\  'Tis  fin,  alas  !  with  tyrant  power 
The  lodging  has  pofTefsM  ; 
And  crouds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 
Againft  the  heav'nly  gueft, 

5  Lord 


102         AFTER     SERMON. 

5   Lord,  rife  in  thy  all  conquering  grace, 
Thy  mighty  power  difplay  ; 
One  beam  of  glory  from  thy  face 
Can  drive  my  foes  away. 

4  Ye  dangerous  inmates,  hence  depart  j 
*         Dear  Saviour  enter  in, 

And  guard  the  pafiage  of  my  heart, 
And  keep  out  evVy  fin. 

HYMN  CIX.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts  J. 
Weaknefs  Beivailed. 

i    "^T*X  T*HY  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee 
VV      My  God,   my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day, 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  Why  mould  my  foolifh  paflions  rove  ? 

Where  can  fuch  fvveetnefs  be, 
As  I  have  tafted  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 

3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 

The  favour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  prcfumes  I  cannot  lofe 
The  relifh  all  my  days. 

4  But  e'er  one  fleeting  hour  is  paft, 

The  flatt'ring  world  employs 

Some 


AFTER     SERMON.         103 

Somefenfual  bait  to  feize  my  tafte, 
And  to  pollute  ray  joys. 

;   Then  I  repent  and  vex  my  foul, 
That  I  fhouM  leave  thee  fo  : 
Where  will  thofe  wild  affections  roll3 
Thar  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 

CX.     Common   Metre.     (Pf.  ii.  Dr.  Watts.)     J. 
The  Kingdom  of  (Smjk 

H  Y  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 
The  Lord's  anointed  Son? 
Why  did  they  call:  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

The  Lord  that  fits  above  the  Ikies, 

Derides  their  rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 

And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through. 

c*  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  5 

"  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
And  will  his  kingdom  fpread. 

"  Afk  me,   my  Son,   and  then  enjoy, 
"  The  utmoft  heathen  lands  : 

Ci  Thy  rod  of  iron  lhall  deftroy 
"  The  rebel  that  withstands," 

S  Be 


io4  AFTER     SER  M  O  K; 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th'  anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne  5 

For  if  he  frown,   ye  die  : 
Thofe  are  fecure,   and  thofe  alone 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

CXI.     Common  Metre.         (Pf.  27.)  J. 

Prayer  and  Hope. 

1  QOONasI  heard  my  father  fayt 
\J  %i  Ye  children,  leek  my  grace" 
My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 

1*11  feek  my  father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  : 
God  of  my  life,   I  fly  to  thee, 
In  a  diftrefHng  day. 

3  Should  friends  andkindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefh  had  dy'd  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  foul  believ'd, 

To 


AFTER    SERMON.  105 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5   W  ut  on  the  Lord.,  ye  trembling  faints, 
And  keep  your  courage  up, 
HeMl  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints,, 

And  far  exceed  your  hope. 
HYMN  CXII.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts     J. 
Complaint  cf  fpiritualjloth. 

1  T&    y|"  Y  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo 
JlVJL    Awake,   my  fluggifh  foul  ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 

t_>'  * 

Yet  nothing's  half  {o  dull. 

2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 

Labour,  and  tug,   and  flrive  5 
Yet  we,   who  have  a  heav'n   t'obtain. 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  "We,  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  ftands, 

And  flars  their  courfes  move  ; 
We,  for  whofe  guard  the  angel-bands, 
Come  flying  from  above  : 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down 

And  labour'd  for  our  good, 

How  Crirelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 

fie  purciias'd  with  his  blood  I 

5   Lord, 


io£  AFTERS  ERM  ON. 

5  Lord,   {hall  we  lie  fo  fluggifh  ftill, 

'  And  never  act  our  parts  ! 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hfli 
And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  fhall  our  a&ive  fpirirs  move, 

Upward  our  fouls  fhall  rife  ; 
With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love., 

We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 
HYMN  CXIIJ.  Common  JVIetft.  Dr.   Wattt  J. 
Dijirent  fuecefs  of  the  gojpel. 

1  /""^IHFJST  and  his  crofsls  all  our  theme 
\^J(    The  mift'ries  that  we  fpeak, 
Are  fcandal  in   the  Jews  eiteem, 

And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  fouls  enlightened  from  above 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  fee  what  wifdom,   pow'r,  and  Iover 
Shines  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  favour  of  his' name 

Reftores  then*  fainting   breath; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  fame, 
To  guilt,  defpair,  and  death, 

\  Till  God  diffufe  his  graces  down, 
Li!-e  fhow'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 


AFTER    SERMON.  107 

In  vain  Apollos  fows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

HYMN  CXI V.  Common  Metre.  (Dr.  Watts.)     A. 
A  S'ympathifing  Saviour, 

1  "VTjT'fthJoy  Wc  meditate  the  grace 

VV      of  our  Hi8h  Plieft  above  > 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendcrnefs, 

His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 

Fie  knows  our  feeble  frame; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean> 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefli 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  meafure  feels  afrefh, 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  fmoking  flax> 

But  raife  it  to  a  flame; 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  fcorns  the  meaneft  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs- 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r, 
We  ihall  obtain  delivering  grace 
If.  the  diftreffing  hour, 

HYM>r 


*o8         AFTER     SERMON- 
HYMN  CXV.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Wats.  A. 
Dtddnefi  under  the  Word.  . 

1  "         ONGhave  I  fat  beneath  the  found 

M.    j    Of  thy  falvation,   Lord  ; 
But  frill  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  t^y  word  ! 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almoft  in  vain  : 
How  fmall  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain  ! 

3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  ! 

How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above! 
How  few  affections  there! 

4  Great  God  !  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  impart 

To  give  thy  word  fuccefs; 
Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

5  Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high, 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay. 
And  love  fhall  never  die. 


HYMN 


AFTER     SERMOX,  109 

HYMN  CXVI.   Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  A. 
Flejh  and  Spirt*. 

j^That  diffrent  pow'rs  of  grace  &  fin, 
Attend  our  mortal  {late  ? 
I  hate  the  thoughts  that  work:  within 
And  do  the  works  I  hats. 

2  Now  I  complain,  si*I  groan,  and  die, 

While  fin  and  fatan  reign  : 
Nowraife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high* 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darknefs  ftruggles  with  the  light, 

Till  perfect  day  ai  ife  ; 
Water  and  fire,  maintain  the  right, 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 

4  Thus  will  the  ficfh  and  fpirit  ft  rive, 

And  vex  and  break  my  peace  ; 
But  I  ihail  quit  this  mortal  life, 
And  fin  forever  ceafe. 

HYMN.  CXVII.  Common  Metre  Dr.  Watttf.  A, 
Jufifcatipri Sy  Cbrijl  only. 

I  *^  TAIN  are  the  hopes  the  fo^s  of  mei 
ff        On  their  own  works  have  built; 
Thejr  hearts  by  nature  are  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  pirilt. 

D  Let 


no         AFTER     SERMON. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  flop  their  mouths, 

"Without  a  murmVing  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  ftand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  afk  God's  righteous  law, 

To  juftify  us  now-, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn, 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

].   Jefus,   how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ! 
When  in  thy  name  we  truft, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteoufnefs, 

That  makes  the  fmner  juft. 
HYMN  CXVUI.  Common  Metre.     Hart,         A. 
P  erf  ever  ance. 

i   r  |  -1HE  (inner  that  by  precious  faith, 
Has  felt  his  fins  forgiv'n, 
Is  from  that  moment  paiVd  from  death, 
And  feai'd  an  heir  of  Heaven. 

;   Tho'  thoiifand  fnares  enclofe  his  feet. 
Not  one  ihall  hold  him  faft, 
Whatever  dangers  he  may  meet, 
He  fhall  get  fafe  at  laft. 

Mot  as  the  world  the  Saviour  gives, 
He  is  no  fickle  friend  : 

Whom 


AFTER     SERMON.  111 

Whom  once  he  loves,   he  never  leaves ; 
But  loves  him  to  the  end. 

4  For  Chrift  in  ev'ry  age  has  prov'd 

His  purchafe  firm  and  true, 
If  this  foundation  be  remov'd, 
What  fhali  the  righteous  do  ? 

5  Brethren,  by  this  your  claim  abide. 

This  title  to  your  blifs  : 
Whatever  iofs  you  bear  befide, 
O  !  never  give  up  this. 
HYMN  CXIX.     Common  Metre.    Dr.  Watts.     A, 
Repentance. 

i    ^~^\^-  if  my  foul  was  form'd  for  woe 
\^Jp    How  would  I  vent  my  fighs  ! 
Repentance  fhould  like  rivers  flow, 
From  both  my  flreaming  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  fins,  my  deareft  Lord, 
Hung  on  the  curfed  tree, 

And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,   my  foul,   for  thee% 

3  O,  how  I  hate  thofe  lufts  of,,  ,ine, 

That  crucify'd  my  God  ;  *  ^ 
Thofe  fins  that  pierc'd  and  nail'dhisfiefh 
Faft  to  the  fatal  wood  ! 

D  2  4  Yes 


fi2         AFTER     SERMON. 

4  Yes,   my  Redeemer,   they  mall  die, 

My  heart  hath  fo  decreed  ; 
Nor  wHl  1  fpare  thofe  guilty  things, 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilft  with  a  melting  broken  heart, 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
I'll  ratfe  revenge  againft  my  fins, 

And  flay  the  murd'rers  too. 
HYMN  CXX.  Common  Metre.     The  Coll.     A. 
Petition. 

Deareft  Lord,  give  me  an  heart 
Inflam'd  with  love  to  thee; 

That  thro'  thy  tedious  toil  and  fmart, 

.     My  foul  may  happy  be. 

2  I  want,  O  Lord,  from  fin-to  flee, 

And  in  thy  wounds  to  reft  ; 
Bid  me  by  faith  come  near  to  thee. 
And  lean  upon  thy  breaft. 

3  Still  let  a  fenfe  of  what  thou'ft    done, 

In  my  hard  heart  be  felt ; 
That  by  the  love  to  me  thou'ft  fh-swn, , 
My  i  eSoft  foul  may  melt. 

4  O  may  i  never,   never  faint, 

ilefrem'J  by  ftreams  of  love  ; 

Till 


AFTER     SERMON,  113 

Till  in  thy  glory,   as  a  faint, 
I  live  with  thofe  above. 

5   O  may  I  now  my  all  give  up, 
To  thee  my  deareft  Lord  ; 
And  wait  with  all  thy  faints  to  fup. 
Around  the  feftal  board. 

HYMN  CXXI.  Common  Metre.  The  Coll,  A. 
The  Chrijtian  happy. 

I    IT  ^OW  happy  is  the  christian's  ftate, 
JlJL    ^s  ^ns  are  aJl'forgiv'n  -> 
A  chearing  ray  confirms  the  grace, 
And  lifts  his  hopes  to  heav'n. 

1  Tho5  in  the  rugged  paths  of  life, 
He  heaves  the  penfive  flgli ; 
Yet,  trufting  ia  his  God,  he  finds, 
Deiiv'ring  grace  is  nigh. 

3  If,  to  prevent  his  wand 'ring  fteps, 

He  feels  the  chaft'ning  rod  ; 
The  gentle  ftroke  mall  bring  him  back 
To  his  forgiving  God. 

4  And  when  the  welcome  mefiage  corner 

To  call  his  foul  away  ; 
His  foul,   in  raptures,   fliall  afcend, 
To  everlafting  day. 

D  3  HYMISf 


ii4  AFTER    SERMON. 

HYMN  CXXII.  Long  Metre.    The  Coll.      A. 
Sctife  of  Pardon  defired. 

1  HjHHY  prefence,  Saviour,  may  I  feel, 

|  O  ftamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  feal 
Lord,  feal  my  pardon  with  thy  blood. 
And  let  me  -ino'.v  I'n  bcrnof  God, 

2  One  precious  drop,  Lord  Jesus,  grant 
O  !  for  one  precious  drop  I  pant  I 

By  faith  apply  thy  healing  blood, 
That  I  may  cry,  My  Lord,  my  God. 

3  Sprinkle  it  on  my  conscience,  Lord, 
O  let  me  hear  the  pow'rful  word, 
That  rais'd  the  dead, and chears  the  foul, 
And  makes  the  fm-fick  finner  whole* 

4  And  when  this  mortal  life  is  o'er, 
And  pain  and  finning  is  no  more, 
Receive  my  foul  to  thy  blefs'd  home: 
O  come,  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  come! 

HYMN  CXXUL     Long  Metre.     The  ColL     J. 
Preparing  for  Death. 

i    ^V  FT  as  the  bell  with  foiemn  toll 
\J    Speaks  the  departure  of  a  foul, 
Let  each  one  afk  himfelf,   am  I 
Prepar'd,  fhould  I  be  cali'd  iodic! 

2  Only 


AFTER     SERMON.  11^ 

2  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath, 
Preferves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death; 
Soon  as  it  fails,    at  once  Fm  gone, 
And  plung'd  into  a  world  unknown. 

3  Then  leaving  all  I  love  below, 
To  God's   tribunal  1  muft  go; 

Muft  hear  the  judge  pronounce  my  fate, 
And  fix  my  everlafting  ftate. 

4  But  could  I  bear  to  hear  him  fay, 
"  Depart,   accurfed,   far  away; 
With  devils  in  the  loweft  hell 
Thou  art  forever  doom'd  to  dwell. 

5  Lord-Jesus!  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  feek  my  hope  alone  in  thee; 
Apply  thy  blood,   thy  fpirit  give, 
Subdue  my  fins,   and  in  me  iive. 

6  Then  when  the  folemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  fav'd  from  guilt,   I  need  not  fear, 
Nor  would  the  thought  diureffing  be, 
Perhaps  it  next  may  toil  for  me. 

J  Rather  my  fpirits  would  rejoice, 
And  wait  impatient  for  thy  voice  ; 
Glad  when  it  bids  me  earth  refign, 
Secure  of  heaven,  if  thou  art  mine. 

D  4  HYMN 


n6        AFTER     SERMON. 

HYMN  CXXIY.     Long  Metre.  Addifon.     J. 
i  The   Heaven  declare  the   Glory  of  God. 

1  '"IP'  H  E  fpacious  Firmament  on  high, 

With  all  the  blue,  etherial  fky, 
And  fpangied  heav'ns  a  fhining  flame. 
Their  great  original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unweary'd  fun  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  creator's  pow'r  difp]ay, 
And  publishes  to  ev'ry  land; 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  ev'ning  (hades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondious  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  liA'ning  earth, 
Repeats  the  ftory  of  her  birth. 

4  Wliile'  all  the  ftars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm    the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  fpread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  folemn  filence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terreitrial  ball  ? 
AVhat  though  no  real  voice  nor  found, 
AmiUft  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

6  In  reafon's  car  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice," 

Fo» 


AFTER     SERMON.  117 

For  ever  finging,  as  they  fliine, 
*'  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

CXXV  Long  Metre.     (Pf.  lvii.)  J. 

Proteclion  and  grace. 

MY  God,  in  whom  are  ail  thefprings 
Of  boundlefs  love  &  grace  unknown 
Hide  mc  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
'Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  deilres  perform-, 
.  He  fends  his  angel  from  the  Iky,  (ftorm* 
And  faves  me  from  the  threat'ning 

3  Be  thou  exalted,   O  my  God, 

Abovethe  Heav'ns  where  angels  dwell 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonder^  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd;  my  fong  fh'ail  raife, 

Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  nraife 
My  tongue,   the  glory  of  ray  frame 

5'  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  iky  ; 
His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
"When  lower  worlds  difiolve  and'die* 

d  5  *  m 


n8  AFTER     SERMON. 

6   Be  thou  exulted,   O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns where  angels  dwell 
Thy  pdVr  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 

And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 
.    CXXVI.  Long  Metre.  {VL  lxxxv.)*  ?. 

Mercy  and  truth  »«*« 

1    Q  ALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh, 
^3    rhe  fouls  that  fear  &  triift  th?  Lord, 
And  gracfi  descending  from   on  high, 
Freih  hopes  of  glory  fliall  afford. 

i    Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met,' 
Since  Chrift   the  Lord  came  down  from 
By  his  obedience  fd   complete,   (heav'n? 
Juflice  is  pleas'd,   and  peace  is  giv'n. 

i   Now  truth  and  honour  mall  abound, 
Religion  dwfell  on  earth  again, 
And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground, 
I,i  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  righteouifnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  ?ive  us  free  accefs  to  God  : 
Our  wand'ring  feet  fhall  ftray  no  more, 
But  mark  bis  fteps  and  feeVpthe  road. 

HYMN 


AFTER     SERMON.  u9 

HYMN  CXXVII.  Long  Metre.     Lyric  Poem..  A. 
A  dying  Saviour. 

1  T  T  E  dies  !  the  heav'nly  lover  dies  ■ 
JTm.  The  tidingsftrike  a  doleful  found 
On  my  poor  heart-firings  :  deep  he  lies, 

In  the  cold  caverns  of  the  ground. 

2  Come  faints,   and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 

On  the  dear  bofotn  of  your  God, 
He  fhed  a  thoufand  drops  for  you, 
A  -thou/and  drops  of  richer  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo,   what  fudden  joys  I  fee  ! 

Jesus  the  dead  revives  again. 

4  Break  ofFyour  tears,   ye  faints,    and  tell 

How  high  our  great  deliverer  reigns; 
Sing  how  he  fpoii'd  the  hofts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  monfter  death  in  chains. 

5  Say,  live  for  ever  wondrous  King  ! 

Born  to  redeem,  and  frrong  to  fave  ! 
Then  aflc  the  monfter,  Where's  his  fling, 
And  wh die's  thy  victory,  boafting  grave? 


D  6  HYMN 


126         AFTER     SERMON. 

HYMN  CXXVIII.  Long  Metre.     Steele.     Jh 
Pardon  and  Rcjl  for  the  tvecery  Soul, 

1  ^T^IOME,  weary  fouls  with  iin  din-reft* 
\^A  Come  and  accept  the  promis'd  reft* 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  can:  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  OpprefsM  with  guilt,   a  painful  load, 

O  come,  and  fpread  your  woes  abroad, 
Divine  companion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundlefs  ocean  flows", 
To  cieanfeyour  guilt  and  heal  your  woes, 
Pardon  and  life,   and  endlefs  peace  *, 
How  rich  the  gift  !  how  free  the  grace 

4  Lord  we  accept  with  thankful    hearts  j 
The  hope  thy  gracious  word  imparts  ; 
We  come  with  trembling  yet  rejoice, 
And  blefs  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  powerful  lovej 
Confirm  our  faith,   our  fears  remove  ; 
And  fweetly  inftu'nee  every  breaft, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  reft. 

HYMN 


AFTER     SERMON.  i2f 

HYMN  CXXIX.  Long  Metre.  Doddridge.     A. 

Chafing  the  better  part. 

1  11  j  ESET  with  fnares  on  every  hand, 

J    1°  life's  uncertain  path  I  fraud  : 
Saviour  divine,   diffufe  thy  light, 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footfteps  right. 

2  Engage  this  roving  treacherous  heart, 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part  ; 

To  fcorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 

For  joys,   that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildeft  ftorms  arife  ; 
Let  tempefts  mingle  earth  and  fkjes  \ 
No  fatal  fhipwreck  mall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  thou,   my  Jesus,   ftill  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,   and  joyful  die  -7 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thoufand  worlds  in  thee, 

HYMN  CXXX.  Long  Metre.  Lyric  Poems.    A. 
Love  to  God. 

I    /f~^\  F  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
\^Jf  Jesus,  thy  love  exceeds  the  reftj 
Love,  the  beft  bleffing  here  below, 
The  neareft  image  of  the  blefl. 

D   7  %  While 


i±%  AFTEIi     SERMON. 

2  While  we  are  held  in  thy  embrace, 

There's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove* 
Each  fmite  upon  thy  beauteous  face, 
Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  love. 

3  While  of  thy  abfence  we  complain, 

And  long,  or  weep  in  all  we  do, 
There's  a  ftrange  pleafure  in  the  pain, 
And  tears  h  ave  their  own  fvveetnefs  toov 

4  When  round  thy  courts  by  day  we  rove, 

Or  afk  the  watchman  of  the  night, 
For  fome  kind  tidings  of  our  love, 
Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 

5  Jesus,   our  God  ;  yet  rather  come  ; 

Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face,' 
Tis  beft  to  fee  our  Lord  at  home, 
And  feel  the  prefence  of  his  grace. 
CXXXI.  Long  Metre.  (Pf.  xxiv.)  A. 

Saints  ikxtdl  ire  Heaven. 

I   np.HIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's 
J[     And  men  &  worms  &beafts&  birds 
He  raif'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 
zind  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 
^  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  fky$ 

Who 


AFTER     SERMO  N.  123 

Who  fhall  afcend  that  bit  ft  abode, 
And  dwell  io  near  hijs  maker  God. 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin,    (clean 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are 

Kim  mall  the  Lord,   the  Saviour  blefs, 

And  clothe  his  foul  with  right'oufnefs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race 

That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's   face: 
Thefe  fhall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight, 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 

CXXXIi.     Long  Metre.     (t>f.  xxxii.)  A. 

Pardon. 

Lefs'd  is  the  man,   forever  blefs'd, 
Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  cenfefs'd, 
Aridcover'dwith  his  Saviour's  blood? 

2  Blefs'd  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 

Imputes  not  his  iniquities, 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works,   but  grace  relies? 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are' free. 

His  humble  joy  his  holy  fear 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fincere. 

D  3  4  How 


i24         AFTER     SERMON7. 

4   How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 

That  biots  and  cancels  all  his  linsf 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Thro'his  wholelife  appears  and  ihines. 

HYMN  CXXXill.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.     A. 

jMljimprovement  of  Time,     ' 

TOW  fbort  and  hafty  is  our  life f 
J[_   How  vaft  our  foul's  affairs! 
Yet  fenfelefs  mortals  vainly  ftrive, 
To  lav-fli  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlefsly  along, 

Without  a  moment's  ftay: 
Juft  like  a  ftory  or  a  fong, 
We  pafs  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 

But  we  march  heedlefs  on, 
And  t  ver  hafVning  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downwards  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  defsrve  the  deepeft  hell, 

That  flight  the  joys  above! 
What  chains   of  vengeance   mould  we 
That  break  fuch  cords  of  love,     (feel, 
|f    Draw  us  O  God,  with  fov'reign  grace, 
And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 

Thatf 


AFTER     SERMON.  12* 

That  Ave  may  end  this  mortal  race, 

And  fee  falyation  nigh". 
HYMN  CXXXIV.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Wafcfs.     A, 
Glory  and  Grape  in  the  per/on  of  Cbr'yt, 

j  1\  7  QW  to  the  Lord,   a  noble  fong; 
J^  ^    A  wake,  my  foul  j  awake,  my  tongue, 
Holknna  to  th?  eternal  name, 
And  all  his  boundlefs  love  proclaim. 

2  See  whei-e  it  mines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brlghteft  image  of  his  grace  ; 
God,   in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 
Has  all  his  mightisft  works  outdone, 

3  Yes,   in  his  looks  a  glory  frauds, 
The  nobleft  labour  of  thine  hands  ; 
The  pleafing  luftre  of  his  eyes, 
Qutihines  the  wonders  of  the  ikies. 

4  Grace  !  'tis  a  fweet,  a  charming  theme  y 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name  ! 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found  ; 

Ye  heavns  reflect  it  to  the  ground  ! 

5  O,   may  I  live  to  fee  the  place, 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
Andilng  his  name  on  harps  of  gold. 

D  9  HYMr^ 


t6  AFTER     SERMON. 

HYMN  CXXXV.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  A. 
Defiring  the  divine  frcfcnce. 

E  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 
Chofen  &  made  peculiar  ground3 
A  little  fpot  enclos'd  by  grace 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildernefs. 

2   Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  ftandy 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand; 
And  all  his  fprings  in  Zion  flow 
To  make  this  young  plantation  grow. 

3'  Awake,   O "heavenly  v/ind,   and  come, 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 
Spirit  divine,   defcend  and  breathe, 
A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  beft  fpicesflow  abroad 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God, 
And  faith  and  love  and  joy  appear, 
And  9>tfery  grace  be  active  here. 

HYMN  CXXXVI.  Long  Metre.  The  Coll.  A. 
Confidence, 

ith  altmy  pow'rs  of  heart  &  tongue, 
rilpraiferny  maker  with  my  fong 
Angels  fhall  bear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fongi  and  join  the  praifc. 

a-  I'll 


AFTER      SERMON.  12$ 

2  I'll  fing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord  j    , 
I'll  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 

Not  all  thy  works,  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  (hew. 

3  To  God  I  cry'd  when  trouble  r'ofe  •, 
He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my'  foes  •, 
He  did  my  riling  fears  controul, 

And  ftrength  diffus'd  thro'  all  my  fouK 

4  Amidft  a  thoufahdfnares  I  ftand, 
Upheld,   and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  fa kh  alive. 

«f  Grace  will  com  pleat  what  grace  begins, 
To  favefrcm  forrow,  or  from  fins  : 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

HYMN  CXXXVI1.  Long  Metre.  The  Colk  A. 
Compleattiefs  of  Chriji' 

1  T7"  IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord 
jOL.   Affection  founds  in  cv'ry  wordj 
"  Thou  art  my  chofen  one  he  cries, 

"  Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties." 

2  Sweet  is  thy  voice,   dear  Lord,   to  me, 
"  I  will  behold  no  fpot  in  theej" 

What 


J2S  AFTER     SERMON* 

What  mighty  wonders  love  perforins, 
That  puts  a  comelinefs  on  worms  ! 

3  DfcfilM  ai?d  lothefome  as  we  are, 
Thoumak'ft  uswhite,andcaU'ftusfii; 
Adorn'rl:  us  with  thy  heav'nly  drefs, 
Thy  graces  and  thy  righteoufnefs. 

4  O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife, 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  fkies  -, 
Til!  death  mall  ipal^e  my  laft  remove, 
To  dwell  for  ever  in  thy  love  ! 
HYJVIN  CXXXVill.  Long  Metre.  The  Coll,    A. 
eTheftrimrs  Prayer. 

hen,  gracious  Lord,  when  fhallit  be 
That  I  fhall  find  my  All  in  thee  \ 
The  fulnefs  of  thy  promife  prove, 
The  feal  of  thine  eternal  love  ? 

Thee,   only  thee,   Ifainwou'd  find, 
And  caft  the  world  and  flelh  behind, 
An  helplefs  foul,   I  come  to  thee, 
With  only  fin  and  mifery. 

Lord,   I  am  {Ick,   my  ficknefs  cure; 
I  want,   do  thou  enrich  the  poor  : 
Under  thy  mighty  hand  I  ftoop. 
O  lift  the  abject  firmer  up. 

4  Lord, 


AFTER    SERMON.  129 

4  Lord,  I  am  blind,   be  thou  my  fight  •, 
Lord,  I  am  weak,  be  thou  my  might, 
An  helper  of  the  helplefs  be, 
And  let  me  find  my  All  in  thee. 

HYMN  CXXXIX.  Long  Metre.  The  Coll.  J. 
Trujl  in  God  under  Difficulties. 

Why,  O  my  heart,  thefe  anxious  cares 
Why  thefe  tumultuous  fick'ning 
fears  ? 
Why  thus  all  pcnfi ve  and  forlorn, 
Doft  thou  thy  thick'ning  troubles  mourn, 

2  When  threatening  ftorms  around  thee  rife 
And  louring  tempefts  fpread  the  ikies, 
On  God,  my  foul,  thy  burden  caft, 
And  feek  in  him  a  peaceful  refU 

3  If  falftidod  and  deceit  abound, 
And  envy's  darts  in  fecret  wound, 
If  earthly  fprings  of  comfort  dry, 
And  ev'ry  blooming  joy  fhculd  die  ', 

4  Silent  I'll  bear  thy  chaft'ning  rod, 
Thy  juft  difplcafure,   O  my  God  ! 
On  thee  I'll  wait  with  eager  eyes, 

To  thee  my  pray'r  with  hope  fhall  rife, 

5  Yesy 


i3o         AFTER     SERMON. 

5  Yes,   I  fhall  hear  thy  cheering  voice  ; 
In  thee  my  foul  fhall  yet  rejoice  ; 
Thou  wilt  reveal  thy  fmiiing  face, 
And  hence  thefe  gloomy  horrors  chace, 

6  Thou  art  my  Saviour,   thou  my  God  ! 
Thy  grace  will  I  proclaim  abroad  ; 
That  grace  which  bears  my  guilt  away, 
And  turns  the  blackeft  night  to  day. 

HYMN  CXL.  Long  Metre.  The  Coll.     J. 
Cbrifi  the  only  Saviour. 

1  '         ONG  did  my  foul  in  Jesus' form, 

fj  j    No  comelinefs  nor  beauty  fee  j 
His  facred  name  by  others  priz'd, 
Was  taltelefs  ftill,   and  dead  to  me. 

2  Men  cali\i  me  chriftian,  and  my  heart 

On  that  delufion  fondly  ftay'd  ; 
Moral  my  hopes,  my  faviour  fcif, 

Till  mighty  grace  the  cheat  d:fphy'd. 

3  Thanks  tothehand  that  wak'd  my  dream 

That  fhewM  me  wretched,  naked,  poor 
That  fvveetly  led  me  tc,  the  rock, 
Where  all  filvation  Hands  fecurfi, 


4  GIa4, 


AFT£R    SERMON.  13* 

4   Glad,  I  forfook  my  righteous  pride, 
My  moral,   tarnifh'd,  fmful  drefs  ; 
Exchang'd  my  drofs  away  for  Chrift, 
And  found  the  robe  of  righteoufnek. 

CXLI.  Long  Metre.     (Pf.  cxlv.)  J. 

The  heart  devoted  to  God, 

i   -m/Ty  God, my  Kingmy  various praife 

iVIL  Shal1  fiU  theremnant  of  mydays> 

Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  fhall  bear, 
Some  thankfuV  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  evVy  letting  fun  ihall  fee, 
New  works  of  duty,  done  for  thee. 

3  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife, 
The  long  fuccefSon  of  thy  praife  : 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong, 
The  joy  and  labor  of  their  tongue, 

4  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds, 
Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  ways, 

Vail  and  immortal  be  thy  praife. 

HYMN 


i32  AFTER     SERMON. 

HYMN  CXLIf.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Gods  promife  unchangeable.   Heb.  vi.    1 7.    1 9. 

HOW  oft  have  fin  and  fatan  ftrove 
To  rend  my  foul  from  thee  my  God 
But  everlafting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jefus  feals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord, 

Join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace 
Eternal  pow'r  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  Heav'nwith  endlefspraife. 

3  Amidft  temptations  iharp  and  long, 

My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  ftrong, 
"While  tempefts  blow,  and  billows  rife 

4  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirit  up  ; 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God, 
Layithe  foundation  for  my  hope, 

In  oaths,   and  prornifes,   and  blood. 

HYMN  CXLIII.  Long    Metre.  Caanick.  J. 

The  'way  to   Canaan. 

I     1"ESUS,   my  All,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
J     He,   whom  I  fix  my  hope  upon  5 
His  track  I  fee,  and  I'll  purfue, 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The 


AFTER     SERMON.         133 

i  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 

The  road  that  leads  from  banifhment; 
The  King's  high  way  of  holinefs, 
I'll  go,   for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  fought, 
And  mourn'd  becaufe  I  found  it  not  y 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Becaufe  I  could  not  ceafe  from  fin. 

4  The  more  I  ftrove  againft  its  power, 
I  finn'd  and  ftumbled  yet  the  more  ', 
Till  late  I  hear'd  my  Saviour  fay; 

"   Come  hither,   foul,  I  am  the  way.1' 

5  Lo  t  glad  I  come,   and  thou  bleft  lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am; 
Nothing  but  fin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  fhall  I  receive.    > 

6  Then  will  I  tell  poor  finners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood  *, 
And  fay  "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 

HYMN  CXLIV.  Long  Metre.  Lyric  Poems.     J. 
The  Laiv  and  Gofpd. 

1   I^URST  be  the  man  for  ever  curft, 
\jl  "  That  doth  one  wilful  fin  commit* 

«  Dearth 


134  AFTER     SERMON. 

"  Death  and  damnation  for  the  fir  ft,' 
,  "   Without  relief  and  infinite.,, 

%  Thus  Sinai  roars  ;  and  round  the  earth 
Thunder,  andfire,  and  vengeance  flings;" 
But  Jefusthy  dear  gafoing  breath, 
And  Calvary  fay   gentler  things. 

3  "  Pardon,  andgrace,andboundIefs  love 
"  Streaming  along  a   Saviour's  blood, 
,{  And  life,  and  joys,  and  crowns  above, 
"  Obtain'd  by  a  dear  bleeding  God." 

4  Hark    how    he    prays,     (the    charming 
Dwellonhisdyinglips)  forgive;  (found. 
And  every  groan  and  gafping  wound, 
Cries,   "  Father,  let  the  rebels  live." 

5  Go,  you  that  reft  upon  the  law, 
And  toil  and  feek  falvation  there, 
Look  to  the  flame  that  Mofes  faw, 
And  fhrink,   and  tremble,  and  defpair. 

6  But  I'll  retire  beneath  the  crofs, 
Saviour  at  thy  dear  feet  I  lie; 

And  the  keen  fword  that  jufJce  draws, 
Flaming  and  retf,  Hiali  pafs  me  by. 

IltMN 


AFTER     SERMON.         135 

HYMN  (CXLV.     Long  Metre.   The  Colle&ion         j. 
Invitation. 

^)    Hafte  to  the  flipper  of  your  Lord  j 
Be  wife  to  know  your  gracious  day  *, 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away. 

2  Ready  the  father  is  to  own, 
And  kifs  his  late  returning  fon  ', 
Ready  the  loving  Saviour  ftands, 
And  fpreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  fpirit  of  his  love, 

Juft  now  the  ftony  heart  to  move  ; 
T'  apply,  and  witnefs  with  that  blood, 
And  wafh,  and  feal  you  fons  of  God, 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  blt-ft  eftate  : 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praife* 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  Come  then  ye  Tinners,  to  ycur  Lord, 
To  happinefs  in  thrift  reftor'd  j 
His  proferM  benefits  embrace, 
And  tatte  the  fulnefs  cf  his  grace. 


HYMN 


i36  AFTER    SERMON. 

HYMN  CXLVI.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.         % 
The  almojl  Chrijiian. 

1  T3^oa(* 1S  tne  road  that  leads  to  death-, 
X3  And  thoufands  walk  together  there ; 
But  wifdom  fhews"  a  narrow'r  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  Deny  thyfelf,  and  take  thy  crofs, 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command! 
Nature  muft  count  her  gold  but  drofs, 
If  (he  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  foul,  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more  y 
Is  but  efteemed  almoft  a  faint  ? 

And  makes  his  own  damnation  fure, 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain, 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne?er  attain^ 
Which  falfe  apoftates  never  knew. 

The  fame 

CXLVII*.  Long  Metre.     Dr.  Watts,  (Pf.  51.)     J. 
True  Penitence. 

1    t*  HEW  pity  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive  ; 
ij   Let  a  repenting  rebel  live. 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  finner  truft  in  thee  ? 

2  Mr 


AFTER     SERMON.  137 

2  My  crimes  are  great,   but  not  furpafs  j 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace? 
Great  God,   thy  nature  has  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found, 

3  O  wafti  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  confcience  clean, 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies,  , 
And  pail:  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fin  confefs, 
Againft  thy  law,  agaihft  thy  grace  ; 
Lord  fhould  thy  judgment,  grow  fevere, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Yet  fave  a  trembling  finner  Lord, 
Whole  hope,  ftillhovering  round  thy  word 

Wou'U  light  of  fome  fweet  promife  there 
Some  fure  fupport  againft  defpair 
HYMN  CXLV1I.  Long  Metre.  The  Colle#ion,     J. 
Theflony   Heart. 

1  ^f~\!    For   a  glance  of  heavViy  day, 
\^P  To  take  this  ftubborn  ftone  away  5 
And  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rent;  the  earth  can  quake, 

The  feas  can  roar  5  the  mountains  ihake  ; 

Of 


138  AFTER    SERMON. 

Of  feeling  all  things  mew  fome  fign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  forrows  thou  haft  felt, 
Dear  Lord  an  adamant  would  melt : 
But  I  can  reac/)f  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments  too  unmov'd  I  hear, 
(Amazing  thought  \)  which  devils  fear; 
Goodnefs  and  wrath  in  vain  combine, 
To  ftir  this  ftupid  heart  of  mine, 

5  But  fomething  yet  can  do  the  deed, 
And  that  dear  fomething  much  I  need  : 
O  !    may  thy  Spirit  now  refine, 

From  drofs,  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 
HYMN  CXLVIII.  Long  Metre.  The  Colk&ion,      J. 
Satan  repulfed. 

I    'r  It  1IS  falfe  :  thou  vile  accufer,  go, 
JL     I  fee   thro*  all  the  thin  difguife* 
Back  to  thy  native  realms  below, 
Thou  parent  of  deceit  and  lies  ! 

2  Think  not  to   drive  my  trembling  foul/ 
Laden  with  guilt,   to  black  defpair; 
Haft  thou  furveyed  the  facred  roll, 
And  found  my  name  not  written  there* 

3   Pre-' 


AFTER    SERMON.  139 

3  £r efumptuous  thought  !  to  fix  the  bound 

To  limit  mercy's  fovereign  reign  : 

What  other  happy  fouls  have  found, 

I'll  fcek,  nor  fhall  I  feek  in  vain, 

4  I  own  my  guilt  thy  charge  confefs. 

Nor  can  thy  malice  make  it  more, 
Of  crimes  already  numberlefs, 

Vain  the  attempt  to  fwell  the  fcore. 

5  Set  the  black  lift  before  my  fight  •, 

While  I  remember  Jefus  dy'd, 
'Twill  only  urge  my  fpepdier  flight, 
To  feek  falvation  at  3$  fide. 

6  Low  at  his  feet  I'll  caft  me  down, 

To  him  reveal  my  grief  and  fear  5 

And  if  he  fpurns  me  from  his  throne, 

I'll  be  the  firft  who  perifh  there. 

HYMN  CXLIX.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.         J. 

Remembering  our  Latter  end. 

1   T^/TOW  in  the  heat  of  youthful  bloody 
j_^    Remember  your  Creator,  God; 
Behold  the  months  come  hanVning  on, 
When  you  fhall  fay  my  joys  are  gone/ 

i  Beholi  the  aged  finner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 

Down 


MO  AFTER     S  E  Pv  M  O  N. 

Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endlefs  curfes  on  his  head. 

3  The  duft  returns  to  duft  again  ; 
The  foul  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Afcends  to  God;  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom  and  finks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King  !    I  fear  thy  name ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 
And  wheaf  my  foul  muft  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  macfion  in  thy  love. 

HYMN  CL.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  "VVatts.         J. 
Tie  love  of  Clrijljled  abroad  in  the  leart. 

1  (T*  °ME*  dearcft  Lord»  def>cend  &  dwell 
\^J    By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breaft  ; 

Then  fhall  we  know,  and  tafte,  and  feej 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  exnrefs'd. 

2  ComeafiU  our  hearts  with  inward  ftrength 

Make  our  enlarged  fouls  poffefs, 
And  learn  the  bight,  and  breadth,  and 
length, 
Of  thine  unmeaiHrable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whofe  pow'r  can  do, 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wifhes  know, 

Be 


AFTER     SERMON.  141 

Be  ev^rlafting  honours  clone 

By  all  the  church,  thro'  Chrifl  his  Son. 

HYMN  CLI.  Long  Metre..  Hart.         J. 

1  TP^  is  miss  us  with  thy  bleffing,  Lord* 
j^Jp    Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word, 
All  that  has  been  amifs,   forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Tho'  we  are  guilty,   thou  art  good  ; 
Wafh  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blooft; 
Give  ev'ry  fetter'd  foul  releafe, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

CLII.  Long  Metre.     (Pf.  cxlv.)  J. 

1       A    LL  gracious  God  thy  people  blefs 
i%  Enrich  their  fouls  with  ev'ry  grace 
May  all  receive  thy  precious  word, 
Afcribing  glory  to  the  Lord. 

a   Let  carelefs  tinners  now  attend, 
.  Before  the  means  f  and  life  fhall  end  j 
Excite  attention  to  thy  voice, 
And  bid  the  troubl'd  foul  rejoice, 

Tho'  from  thy  temple  we  depart, 
,  Yet  deign  to  dwell  in  ev'ry  heart  ; 
Keep  us  in  all  our  ways,  and  be  : 
Our  portion  to  eternity** 

HYMN 


142  AFTER     SERMON. 

HYMN    CLIII.     Long  Metre.      The  Coll.         J. 
The  Myfier'tes  of  Providence. 

1  "^  ord  how  myfterious  are  thy  ways! 
JLj  How  blind  are  we,  how  mean  our 
Thy  fteps  can  mortal  eyes  explore !  (praiie! 
Tis  ours  to  wonder  and  adore. 

2  Thy  deep  decrees  from  creature  fight 
Are  hid  in  fhades  of  awful  night ; 
Amid,  the  lines,  with  curious  eye, 
Not  angel-minds  prefume  to  pry. 

3  Great  God  !   I  would  not  aik  to  fee 
"What  in  futurity  (hall  be  ; 

If  light  and  blifs  attend  my  days, 
Then  let  my  future  hours  be  praife. 

4  Is  darknefs  and  diftrefs  my  (hare  ? 
Then  let  me  truft  thy  guardian  care 
Enough  for  me,   if  love  divine 

At  length  thro'  every  cloud  fhall  ihine. 

C    Yet  this  my  foul  defires  to  know, 
Be    this  my  only  wifh  below  ; 
That  Chrift  is  mine  this  great  requeft 
Grant,  bounteous  God  :  and  I  am  blefl. 


HYMN 


AFTER     SERMON.  143 

HYMN  CLIV.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.  J. 

A  prayer. 

BE  with  me,  Lord,  where  'ere  I  go  ; 
Learn  m£  what  thou  would'fthave  me 
Suggeft  what'ere  I  think  or  fay  5  (do  : 
Direct  me  in  the  narrow  way. 

%  Prevent  me,   left  I  harbour  pride  ; 
Left  I  in  my  own  ftrength  confide  ; 
Shew  me  my  weaknefs  let  me  fee, 
I  have  my  powV  my  All  from  thees 

Enrich  me  always  with  thy  love  j 
My  kind  protedtor  ever  prove  ; 
Thy  fignet  put  upon  mybreaft  ; 
And  let  thy  Spirit  on  me  reft. 

4-fift,  and  teach  me  how  to  pray  % 
Incline  my  nature  to  obey, 
What  thou  abhor'ft,  that  let  me  flee,. 
And  only  love  what  pleafes  thee. 

O  may  1  never   do  my  will, 
But  tkine,   and  only  thine  fulfill ; 
Let  all  my  time  and  ail  my  ways, 
Be  fpent  and  ended  in  thy  praife. 


HYMN 


AFTER    SERMON. 

HYMN  CLV.    Long  Metre.    The  Coll.  j. 

To  the  Holy  Ghojl. 

^  Tho'  I  have  done  thee  fuch  defpite, 
Caft  not  a  finner  quite  away, 

Nor  take  thine  everlafting  flight. 

2  Tho' I  have  moft  unfaithful  heen, 

Of  all,   who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd  ; 

Ten  tlioufand  times  thy  goodnefs  feen, 

Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefsgriev'd. 

3  ButO!    the  chief  of  finncrs  fpare, 

In  honor  of  my  great    High  Prieft  ; 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  fwear 
T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  reft- 

4  If  yet  thou  r.anft  my  fins  forgive, 

E'en  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes; 
Into  thy  reft  of  love  receive, 

And  biefs  me  with  a  calm  repofe. 

5  E'en  now  my  weary  foul  releafe 

Aodraife  me  by  thy  gracious  hand  5 
Guide  me  into  thy  per  feci:  peace, 

And'  bring  me  to  the  p.romif  d  land, 


HYMN 


A-FTER     SERMON.  M 

HYMN  CLVI.     Long  Metre.     The  Coll.  J.  \ 

JncoaJIancy. 

ORB  Jefus,  when,  when  mall  it  be 
JLj  Thatlnomorefhall  break  with  thee 
When  will  this  war  of  paffion  ceafe, 
And  my  free  foul  enjoy  thy  peace  ? 

2  Here  I  repent  and  fin  again; 
Now  I  revive,  and  now  ara  {lain  j 
Slain  by  the  fame  unhappy  dart, 
Which  O 1  too  often   wounds  my  heai>t  1 

3  O  Saviour  when,   when  mall  1  be, 

A  garden  feai'd  to  all  but  thee  ? 

No  more  expofd,   no  more  undone, 

But  liveandgrowto the* alone?  t         r 

(courfe, 

4  Guide    thou,  O  Lord,   guide  thou    my 
And  draw  me  on  with  thy  fweet  force 
Still  make  me  walk,  ftiil  make  me  tend  5 
By  thee,   my  way,   to  God  my  end, 

CLVII.  Short  Metre.     (Pf.  xxv.)  J, 

Bijlrefs  of  Soul, 

'    1V/TINE  eyes  and  my  defire 
1  ▼  X   ^re  ever  to  the  Lord. 
I  love  to  plead  his  promifes, 
And- reft  upon  his  word, 

K  $  Turn, 


i46  AFTER    SERMON. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 

Bring  thy  falvation  near  *, 
When  will  thy  hand  releafe  my  feet     , 
Out  of  the  deadly  fnare. 

3  When   {hall  the  fov'reign  grace 

Of  fflv  forgiving  God. 
Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  wfcys 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ! 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Doth  but  increafe  my  woe ; 
My  fpirit  languifhes,   my  heart, 
'is  defoiate  and  low. 

3   With  every  morning  light 
My  for  row  now  begins  *, 
Look  on  my  anguiih  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon*all  my  fms. 

HYMN    CLVIII,'  fa*  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.       j~ 
<rbepaJjion  and  aialtathn  of  Chrf. 

COME  all  harmonious  tongues^ 
Tour  .nobleft  mufick  bring  :  A 
'Tis  Chrift  the  everlafting  God, 
And  Chrift  the  man  we  fmgv 
Tell  how  he  took  our  flemr 
To  take  away  our  guijt, 

Sing- 


AFTER     SERMON.  i47 

Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facred  blood 
That  hellifh  monfters  fpilt. 

3  Down  to  the  fliades  of  death 

He  bow'd  his  awjul  head  ; 

Yet  he  arofe  to  li/e   and  reign 

When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

4  No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 

The  Crdfs  and  naiis  no  more  5 
For  hell  itfelf  makes  at  his  name, 
And  a]l  the  Heav'ns  adore. 
5t7Here  the  Redeemer  fits, 

-High  on  thf  Father's  throne  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 
And  fmiles  upon  bis  Son. 

HYMN  CLIX.     Short  Metre.     The  Col!.  y. 

Chvijl  jujlijies  and  fanaifei.      (John  xix.    24.) 

1  l\/fY  Saviour's  pierced  fide 

JL V A   Pour'd  out  a  double  flood  ; 

By  water  we  are  purify'd, 
Acl  pardon'd  by  thy  bio  od. 

2  Look  up,   my  foul,  to  him, 

Whofe  death  was  thy  defert  * 
And  humbly  view  the  living  ft  re  am 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

E  2  3  There 


148         AFTER     SERMON. 

3  There  on  the  curfed  tree 

In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 
Fulfills  his  Father's  great  decree. 
And  all  our  wants  fupplies. 

4  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 

By  water  and  by  blood  ; 
And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame* 
We  feel  his  witnefs  good. 

5  Lord,  cleanfe  my  foul  from  fin; 

Nor  let.  thy  grace  depart  ; 
Great  comforter,   abide  within^ 

And  witnefs  to  my  heart. 
HYMN  CLX.     Sort  Metre.     The  Coll.  J. 

Grace  from.       (Eph.   ii..?.) 

1  /^IRACE!    'tis  a  charming  found, 
\Jf    Harmonious  to  the  ear  ! 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  fhall  refound 

And  all   the  earth  fhall  hear* 

2  Grace  firft  contriv'd   a  way 

To  fave  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  fteps  that  grace  difplay, 
Which  drew  the  wond'rous  plan. 

3  Grace   taught  my  roving  feet 

r        To  tread  the  heav'nly  road  > 

And 


AFTER     SERMON.         149 

And  new  fupplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  preffing  on  to  God. 

4   Grace  all  the  work  fhali  crown, 
Thro'  cverlafting  day^ 
It  lays  in   heav'n  the  topmoft  ftonc  ; 
And  well  deferves  the  praife. 

HYMN  CLXI.     Short  Metre.     Dr.  Doddiridge,      J, 

DifmiJJion. 

I   TVT  0  W  let  our  voices  join. 
JL  1|    To  form  a  facred  fong  ; 
Ye  Pilgrims  in  Jehovah's  ways 
With  mufick  pafs  along. 

£   All  honour  to  his  name, 

Who  marks  the  mining  way  5 
To  him,  who  leads  the  wanderers* ooy 
To  realms  of  endlefs  day. 

HYMN  CLXII.  Short  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.     J. 
Faith  in  Chrifi  our  facri/ice* 

*   XJOT  altthe  blood  ofbeafts, 
JL^I    On  Jewifh  altars  flain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  warn  away  one  ftain. 

Z   But  Chrift  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  fins  away  ; 

E  3    '  A 


i5o         AFTER    SER  MO  N. 

A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  its  hand, 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  ftand, 
And  thefe  confefs  my  fin. 

4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee, 

'    The  burdens  thou  didft  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing  we  rejoice, 

To  fee  the  curfe  remove  ; 
We  blefs  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  fing  his  bleeding  love. 

HYMN  CLXIII.  Short  Metre.  The  Coll.     J.' 

1  A    wake  andfing  the  fong, 
jCj^l   Of  Motes  and  tlie  Lamb  *, 
Wake  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 

To  praife  the  Saviour's  name, 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  rifing  pow'r, 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  thofe  whofe  fins  he  bore. 

3  Sing 


AFTER     SERMON. 

3  Sing  till  we  feel  our  hearts, 

Aicending  with  our  tongues. 
Sing  'till  thelpye  oflin  depart^ 
And  grace  inipirss  our  fcogf. 

4  Sing  on  your  beaVnly  way, 

Ye  raafom'd  finders  firg  •, 
Sing  on,    rejoicing .ev'ry  day, 
In  Chrift  the  eternal  King. 

5  Soon  frail  ye  hear  him  fay, 

"   Ye  bleffed  children  come  ;'? 
Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 

CLXIV.  Short  Metre.     (Pf.  xcix.)  $• 

Cbri/t's  Kingdom  and  Mcyefly. 

i   rTTsHE  God  Jehovah  reigns,  » 
J_     Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne. 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigas, 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
Bright  Cherubs  his  attendants  ftand, 
Swift  to  fulfill  his  word. 

3  In  Zioa  is  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  divine  *, 

E  4  Bis 


i5d  AFTER     SERMON. 

His  church  (hall  make  his  wonders  known 
For  there  his  glories  fliine. 

4   How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  terrible  his  praife  ! 
Juftice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join, 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

.  HYMN  CLXV.  S''6rt  Metre.    The  Coll.     J. 

I    /^\nce  more*' before  we  part, 

\^P   We'll  blefs  the  Saviour's  name  \ 
Record  his  mercies  ev'ry  heart, 
Sing  ev'ry  tongue  the  fame, 

i  Hoard  up  his  facred  word, 

And  feed  thereon,   and  grow  \ 
Go  on  to  feek  to  know  the  Lord, 
And' practice  what  you  know. 

HYMN  CLXVI.  Short  Metre.  Dr.  Watts!     J. 
Complaint  of  ingratitude. 

I   TS  this  the  kind  return, 

J[   And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 
Thus  to  abufe  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  bleflings  flow  f 

£  To  what  a  ftubborn  frame, 
Hath  fin  reduced  our  mind  ! 

What 


AFTER     SERMON.  *» 

What  ftrange  rebellious  wretches  are, 
And  God  as  ftranigely  kind! 

3  Turn,   turn  us,   mighty  God  ! 

A^d  mould  our  fouls  afrefh  ; 
Break,  fov'reign  grace,  thefe  hearts  of 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flefti       (ftone^ 

4  Let  old  ingratitude, 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly,   as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arife. 

HYMN  CLXVJI.  Short  Metre.  $. 

'D.ifwjUion* 

1  "^TOW>  Lord>  thY  bleffing  add, 
X^\     To  what  our  ears  have  heard  .: 
Pardon  what  thou  haft  feen  amifs, 

Tlje.  .truth  let  be  reverb 

2  May  ev'ry  foul  improve, 

Thy  meiTages  of  grace, 
Before  our  time  fhall  ceafe  to  be. 
And  we  fhall  end  our  race. 

3  Keep  us  from  ev'ry  harm, 

Efpecially  from  fin  ; 
PirecT:  us  in  the  way  of  peace, 
And  fafe  to  glory  bring. 

E  5  HYMN 


i54  BAPTISM. 

HYMN  GLX VIII.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.      A. 

f  TPVO  we  not  know  that  folemn  word, 
\_J  That  we  areburyM  with  the  Lord*' 
Baptiz'd  into  his  death  and  then, 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  fin. 

2  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death' 
So  from  the  grave  did  Chrift  arife, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  Ikies. 

3  No  more  let  fin  or  fatan  reign, 
Over  our  mortal  ftefh  again  ; 
The  various  lufts  we  ferv'd  before, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

HYMtt  CLXIX.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.         J.- 
The  Commijfwn. 

1  <rTpWas  the  commiffion  of  our  Lord, 

J_    Go,  teach  the  nations  and  baptize. 
The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word, 
Since  he  afcended  to  the  Ikies. 

2  Repent  and  be  baptiz'd  he  faith, 

For  the  remifiion  of  your  fins, 
And  thus  our  fenfe  affifts  our  faith, 
And  {hews  us  what  the  Gofpcl  meanso 

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Baptism.  155 

3  Our  fouls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood, 

As  water  makes  the  body  clean; 
Thus  are  our  natures  purify'd, 
From  the  defiling  ftains  of  fin. 

4  Thus  we  engage  ourfelves  to  thee, 
And  feal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord  ; 
O  may  the  great  eternal  Three, 

In  Heaven  our  fokmn  vows  record. 

HYMN  CLXX.  Common.  Metre  S.  Stennett.    A. 

i   r  IS  1Hus  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd' 
I       In  Jordan's  fwelling  flood  ; 
To  fhew,  he'd  one  day  be  baptiz'd, 
In  tears,   in  fweat  and  blood. 

t  Thus  was  his  facred  body  laid, 
Beneath  the  yielding  wavejf, 
Thus  was  his   facred  body  raiPd 
Out  of  the  liquid  grave. 

J  When  lo !  from  realms  of  light  and  blifs, 
The  heavenly  dove  comes  down, 
Lights  on  his  venerable  head, 
Which  rays  of  glory  crown. 

4  While  his  eternal  father's  voice, 
An  awf ul  joy  excites ; 

E  6  This 


*56  BAPTISM. 

This  is  my  well  beloved  fon, 
In  whom  my  foul  delights. 

5   Lord,  thy  own  precept  we  obey. 
In  thy  own  footfteps  tread, 
We  die,  are  bury'd  rife  with  thee 
From  regions  of  the  dead. 

HYMN  CLXXI.  Long  Metre.  Newport.  Coll.     A. 

1  r  81  ^HE  great  Redeemer  we  adore, 

JL    Who  came  the  loft  to  feek  and  favej 
Went  humbly  down  from  Jordan's  more 
To  find  a  tomb  beneath  a  wave. 

2  Thus  it  becomes  us  to  fulfil, 

All  righteoufnefs  he  meekly  f#id, 
Why  fhould  we  then  to  do  his  will, 
Or  be   afhamed  or  be  afraid  ? 

3  With  thee  into  thy  watr'y  tomb, 

Lord  'tis  our  glory  to  defcend  ; 
'Tis  wondrous  grace  that  gives  us  room, 
To  lie  interr'd  with  fuch  a  friend. 

4  But  a  much  more  tempeftuous  flood, 

O'erwhelm'd  thy  body  and  thy  foul  : 
That's  plung'd  in  tears  and  fweat  &  blood 
And  over  this  black  terrors  roll. 

I  Yet 


BAPTISM.  157 

5    Yet  as  the  yielding  waves  give  way, 
To  let  us  fee  the  light  again  : 
So  on  thy  refurrection  day, 
The  bands  of  death  prov'd  weak  &  vain* 

HYMN    CLXXII.  Long   Metre.    Alter'd   by  B. 
Francis.  J. 

Bapt'ifm.    Not  ajhanid  of  Cbrijt. 

ESUS  !    and  fhall  it  ever  be  ? 
A  mortal  man  afhamed  of  thee  f 
Afham'd  of  thee,  whom  Angels  praife 
Whofe  glories  fhine  thro'  endiefs  days 

2  Afham'd  of  Jefus !   fooner  far, 
Let  ev'ning  bluih  to  own  a  ftar  ; 
He  fheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  foul  of  mine. 

3  Afham'd  of  Jefus  [  juft  as  fbon, 
Let  midnight  be  afham'd  of  noon  ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  foul  till  He, 
Bright  morning  ftar  bids  darknefs  flee. 

4  Afham'd  of  Jefus  !    that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  Heav'n  depend?; 
No  ;   when  I  blufh,   be  this  my  fhame, 
That  1  no  more  revere  his  name, 

E  7  5|-A&am'^ 


158  BAPTISM. 

5  Afham'd  of  Jefus  !  yes  I  may, 
"When  I've  no  guilt  to  warn  away  ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell  no  foul  to  fave. 

6  Till  then,  nor  is   my  boafting  vain, 
Till  then,  I  boaft  a  Saviour  flain  ! 
And  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Chrift  is   not  afham'd  of  me. 

HYMN  CLXXIII.  Long  Metre.  S.  Stinnett.     J, 
At  Bapiifm. 

1  CTJEE  how  the  willing  converts  trace, 
kjP  The  path  their  great  Redeemer  trod; 
And  follow  thro' his  liquid  grave, 
The  meek,  the  lovely  fon  of  God  ! 

2  Here  they  renounce  their  former  deeds; 
And  to  a  heav'nly  life  afpire, 

Their  rags  for  glorious  robes  exchang'd 
They  mine  in  clean  and  bright  attire. 

3  O  facred  Rite  !   by  thee  the  name, 
Of  Jefus  we  to  own  begin  : 
This'  is  our  refur  recti  on  pledg-e, 
Pledge  of  the  pardon  of  our  iin. 

\    ( Tory  to  God  on  high  be  given, 
Who  fhews  his  grace  to  finful  men  j 

Lei 


BAPTISM.  159 

Let  Saints  on  cartel  and  hofts  in  heav'n, 
In  concert  join  their  loud  amen. 

HYMN  CLXXIV.     Long  Metre.     Trivett.     A. 

1  TW  Tow  keep  me  ftcdfaft  deareft  Lord, 
J^%J  That  I  may  ferve  tnee  with  regards 
As  one  bapriz'd  in  thine  own  way, 
And  never  let  me  from  thee  (tray. 

2  Lord  g:ve  me  fhength  for  ev'ry  day, 
To  do  thy  will,   rejoice  and  pray; 
Long  have  I  liv'd  and  .did  not  know 
My  ftrength  muft  all  from  Jesus  flow. 

3  The  work  that  he  hath  Wrought  for  us 
Doth  teltify  itr  mufl  be  thus-, 
Come  praife  the  Lord,  'tis  he  I  know 
And  of  his  mercy  fhare  below. 

4  Come  Lord,  come  Quickly,  come  away, 
Come  quickly  Lord,  and  with  me  ftay; 
Come  Lord,  and  feed  me  with  the  fheep 
And  from  henceforth  forever  keeps 

5  Me  where  thy  fweetefr  paftures  be, 
Till  thou  fhall  take  me  up  to  thee; 
Till  then  when  on  my  knees  I  cry, 
Lord  hear  my  prayer,  fend  quick  fupply 

E  8  HYMN 


iW. 


160  BAPTISM. 

HYMN  CLXXV.  Short  Metre.  Newport  Coll.  A, 
I      j   N  fuch  a  grave   as  this 
JL    The   meek  Redeemer  lay, 
When  He  our  fouls  to  feek  and  fave 
Learned  humbly  to  obey. 

2  See  how  the  fpotlefs  Lamb 

Defcends  into  the  ftream  ! 

And  teaches  Tinners  not  to  fcorrj 

What  him  fo  well  became. 

3  His  body  fan&ifies 

The  falutaiy  flood, 
And  teaches  us  to  plunge  our  fouls 

;^Tth'  fountain   of  Us  blood. 

■ 

4  Oh  !   Sinners  wafli  away, 

Your  fins  of  crimfon  dye, 
Bury'd  with  him  your  fins  fhall  all, 
In  dark  oblivion  lie. 

5  Pvife  and  afcend  with  him, 

A  heavenly  life  to  lead, 
Who  came  to  refcue  guilty  men, 
From  regions  of  the  dead. 


HYMN 


At  the  LORD'S    SUPPER.     161 

HYMN  CLXXVI.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  J.  Stennett.  J" 

1  T     O  R  D,  at  thy  Table  I  behold 

«t    j    The  wonders  of  thy  grace  5 
But  moft  of  all  admire   that  I 
Should  find  a  welcome  pjace. 

2  (I  »tha't  am  all  defil'd  with  fin, 

A  rebel  to  my  God. 
I  that  have  crucify'd  his  Son 
And  trampled  on  his  blood.) 

3  What  ftrange  furpriiing  grace  is  this/ 

That  fuch  a  foul  has  room  ! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand, 
My  Jefus  bicfcme  come.  X*>* 

4  Eat,   O  my  friends  the  Saviour  cries,' 

The  Feaft  was  made  for  you  ; 
For  you  I  groan'd,   and  bled,  and  dy'd 
And  rofe,  and  triurnph'd  too. 

g  With     trembling    faith,     and    bleeding' 
Lord  we  accept  thy  love  (hearts,5 

'Tis  a  rich  Banquet  we  have  had,' 
What  will  it  be  above. 

6    Ye  faints  below,   and  Hofts  of  Heav'n/* 
Join  all  your  praifing  pow'rs  : 


i 


i6z         LORDVSUPPER, 

No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

7   Had  I  ten  thoufand    hearts,  dear  Lord, 

I'd  give  them  all  to  thee, 
Had  I  ten  thoufand  tongues;  they  all 

Should  join  the  harmonv. 
HYMN  CLXXVII  Common  Metre.  Dr.  S,  Stennett.  J. 

My  Flejh  is  Meat  indeed.       (John  \i.   65.) 

1    111  ERE  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet;. 
JL  JL    To  feed  on  food  divine  ; 
Thy  Body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thyprecious  blood  the  wine. 

2  He  that  prepares  this  rich  repaft, 

Himfeli  comes    down  and  dies, 
And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feaft 
Upon  the  facrifice. 

3  Sure  there  was  never  love  fo   free, 

Dear  Saviour,   fo  divine  ; 
Weil  thou  may'ft  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
"Which  owes  fo  much  to  thine. 

4  Yes,   thou  {halt  furely  have  my  heart, 

My  foul,   my  ftrength*  my  all, 
With  life  itfelf  I'll  freely  part, 
My  Jefus,  at  thy  call. 

HYMN 


LORD'S     SUPPER.  163 

HYMN  CLXXVII1.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.     J, 
CbriJTs  dying  love. 

1  W  TOW  condefcending  and  how  kind, 

Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  mifry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  This  was  companion   like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew, 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

3  Now  tho'  He  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  ftili  as  great  : 
Well  He  remembers  calvary, 
Nor  let  his  faints  forget. 

4  Here  let  our  hearts  begin   to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with    our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt* 
Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 

HYMN  CLXXIX.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.     J. 

Pardon  and jlrengtb  from.  Cbrijl. 

1   TT^ATHER  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 
fe        To  fee  thy  glories  ftiine  ; 
The  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs, 
And  make  the  feafl  divine. 

2  We. 


164  LOR  El's     SUPPER. 

2  We  touch,  we  tafte  the  heav'nly  bread', 

We  drink  the  facred  cup ; 
With  outward  forms  our  fenfe  is   fed, 
Our  fouls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  fhall  appear  before  the  throne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
Brefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son/ 
And  fprinkled  with  his  blood, 

4  We  fhall  be  ftrong  to  run  the  race, 

And  climb  the  upper  fky  ! 
Chrift  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace 
He  bought  a  large  fupply. 

HYMN  CLXXX.     Common  Metre.     Dr.  Watts.      J.' 

Divine  Glories  and  Graces. 

1    T  TQ^  are  th?  glories  here  dJfplaid, 
X  JL  Great  God!  howbright they  (bine,' 
While,  at  thy  word,  we  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine! 
2   Here  thy  revenging  juftice  ftands, 
And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe  ; 
Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands 
Like  Jefus  on  the  crofs. 

I   Thy  faints  attend  with  ev'ry  grace 
On  this  great  facrifice; 

And 


LOR  D's     SUPPER.  165 

And  love  appears  with    chearful    face, 
And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 

l  Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fits, 
To  heav'n  directs  her  fight  ; 
Here  ev'ry  warmer  paffion  meets, 
And  warmer  pow'rs  unite. 

Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 

And  rifing  fin  deftroy  ; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 

Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 

!  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight, 
Let  fin  forever  die  ; 
Then  fhall  our  fouls  be  all  delight, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 
HYMN  CLXXXI.     Long  Metre.     Steele.  J. 

A  dying  Saviour. 

STretch'donthe  crofsthe  Savior  dies; 
Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arife  ! 
See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  fide, 
Runs  down  the  facred  crimfon  tide. 

But  life  attends  the  deathful  found, 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound  ; 
The  vital  ftream  how  free  it  flows, 
To  fave  and  deanfe  his  rebel  foes. 

3  To 


i66  LORD'S     SUPPER. 

3  To  fuffer  in  the  traytor's  place. 
To  die  for  man,   furprifing  grace  ? 
Yet  pafs  rebellious  angels  by  j 

O  why  for  man*  dear  Saviour  why  ? 

4  And  didft  thou  bleed,  for  finners  bleed, 
And  could  the  Sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
No,   he  withdrew  his  finking  ray 
And  darknefs  vail'd  the  mourning  da£. 

j   Can  I  furvey  this  fcene  of  woe, 

Where  ming'ling  grief  and  wonder  flow % 
And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain, 
lufenfible  to  love  or  pain  ? 

6  Come,   deareft  Lord,  thy  pow'r  imparl 

To  warm  this  cold,   this  ftupid  heart ; 

Till  all  its  powers  and  paffions  move, 

In  melting  grief,   and  ardent  love. 

HYMN  CLXXXII.  Short  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.    J. 

The  Spirit,    Water  and  blood.      I  John  V.   6. 

1  }>       ET  all  our  tongues  be  one, 

1    J    To  praife  our  God   on  high, 
Who  from  his  bofom  fent  his  Son» 
To  fetch  us  ftrangers  nigh. 

2  Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe, 

To  fing  the  Saviour's  name  ; 

Jefus 


LORD'S     SUPPER.  167 

Jefus,   th'  ambarTador  of  peace. 
How  chearfully  he  came  ! 

3  It  coft  him  cries  and  tears,      « 

To  bring  us  near  to  Gop  ; 
Great  was  our  debt  and  he  appears. 
To  make  the  payment  good. 

4  Look  up,   my  foul,   to  him, 

Whofe  death  was  thy  defert, 
And  humbly  view  the  living  ftream, 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

5  There  on  the  curfed  tree, 

In  dying  pangs  he  lies. 
Fulfills  his  Father's  great  decree, 
And  all  our  wants  fupplies. 

$  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
By  water  and  by  blood  : 
And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame, 
We  feel  his  witnefs  good. 

HYMN  CLXXXIII.  Short  Metre.  The  Coll.     J* 

1    ^lOME,   O  my  foul  and  ling, 
\^A    How  Jefus  hath  thee  fed 
How  Jefus  gave  himfelf  for  thee, 


The  true  and  living  bread 


I  lor 


i68"         LORD'S     SUPPER, 

2  I  love  my  Saviour  Chrift  ; 

His  grace  did  freely  move, 
And  juftly  my  affections  claim  j 
I  cannot  help  but  love. 

3  I  love  thee,   O  my  Lord  ; 

I  gladly  thee  adore  : 
O  may  I  never  turn  again  ! 

But  love  thee  more  and  more, 

4  O  raife  my  feeble  frame  ; 

My  little  flock  improve  : 
Increafe  my  ardour  day  by  day, 
And  change  me  all  to  love. 

HYMN  CLXXXIV.  Common  Metre.  The  Coll.  A. 

1    THHE  Lord,  how  glorious  is  his  face 
JL      How  kind  his  fmiles  appear  ! 
And  O  !  what  melting  words  he  fays, 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear  ! 

2  "   For  you,   the  children  of  my  love, 

"  It  was  for  you  I  dy'd  ; 
"   Behold  my  bleeding  hands  and  feet, 
"  And  look  into  my  fide." 

3  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

The  tokens  of  my  p_ains, 

Whea 


LORB's    SUPPER.  169 

When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls, 
From  mifery  and  chains. 

4  When  hell  and  all  its  fpiteful  pow'rs, 

Stood  dreadful  in  the  way  ; 
To  refcue  thofe  dear  lives  of  yours, 
I. gave  my  own  away. 

5  But  while  I  bled,  &  groan'd,   and  dy'd, 

I  rum'd  fatan's  throne  *, 
High  on  the  crofs  I  hung  and  fpy'd, 
The  monfter  tumbling  down. 

6  Victorious  God  1    what  can  we  pay, 

For  favours  fo  divine  ? 
Here,   Lord,  we  give  our  fouls  away. 
To  be  for  ever  thine. 

HYMN-  CLXXXV.  Common  Me£re.  (Pf.  xxii.)  A, 
1   T%/TOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage^ 
X^     O  Lord,  protect  thy  Son, 
Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage, 
The  powVs  of  hell  alone. 
2,  Thus  did  our  fuffering  Saviour  pray, 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears  ; 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his, fears. 

-i   Great 


ijd  LORD's     SUPPER. 

3    Great?  was  the  vicVry  of  his  death, 
His  throne  exajted  high  ; 
And  all  the  kindreds'  of  the  earthy 
Shall  worfhip,   or  fhall  die. 

4  A   num'rous  offspring  mud  arifc 

From  his  expiring  groans; 

They  fliall  be  reckoned  in  his  eyes, 

For  daughters  and  for  Ions. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fee, 

His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  fhall  be, 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 


HYMN 


Receiving  a  MEMBER  into   the   171 
CHURCH. 
HYMN    CLXXXVI.  Common  Metre.  Tiivett.  A, 
Receiving  a  member  into  the  Church. 

1  /^lOME  in  ye  bleffed  of  our  God, 
\^j    Come  join  the  children  here  ; 
Wafti'd  in  our  dying  Saviour's  blood,' 

For  Jefus  now  appear. 

2  Fellowfhip  with  us  partake, 

Since  room  is  found  within, 
By  Chrift  prepar'd  for  fick  and  weak,' 
And  cleanfirig  from  their  fin. 

3  Stay  not  within  the  wildernefs, 

Nor  waiting  at  the  door  ; 
Come  Jefus  will  your  wants  redrefs, 
"Were  they  ten  thoufand  more. 

4  The  fick  he  leads,   the  filthy  cleanfe,- 

The  guilty  and  diftrefs'd, 
He  pardons,   he  forgives  their  fins, 
And  gives  the  weary  reft. 

5  We've  tafted  of  his  grace,   and  know, 
His  ordinances  all  ; 

As  breafts  of  confolations  flow, 
With  peace  for  great  and  fmalh 

HYMN' 


*?8  LORD'S     S  U  P  P  E'R. 

HYMN  CLXXXVn.  Commom  Metre.  Hart.  A. 

1   T  I  1HATdo,efulni§htbefr°rehisdeatli, 
X     The  Lamb  for  fi nncrs  flain, 
Did  almoft  wirh  his  lateft  breath, 
This  folema  feaft  ordain. 
2   To  keep  thy  feaft,   Lord,  are  we  met; 
And  to   remember  thee, 
Help  each  poor  trembler  to  repeat, 
For  me,   he  died,  for  me.  . 

3  Thy  fufPrings,  Lord,  each  facred  fign, 

To  our  rememb'rance  brings  : 
We  eat  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine ; 
But  think  on  nobler  things. 

4  O !  tune  our  tongues,  and  fet  and  frame, 

Each  heart  that  pants  to  thee, 
To  fing,"   Hofanna  to  the  Lamb. 
The  Lamb  tfeat  died  for  me." 

HYMN  CLXXXVI1T.  Common  Metre.  I.  Stennett.  J- 

I      F  E  S  US,   O  word  divinely  fweet! 
J     How  charming  is  the  found! 
"What  joyful  news!  what  heavenly  fenfe 
In  that  dear  name  is  found ! 
2   Our  fouls  nil  guilty,  and  condemn'd, 
In  hopeiefs  fetters  lay ; 

Our 


LORDs     SUPPER.  173 

Our  fouls,  with  numerous  fins  deprav'd 
To  death  and  hell  a  prey. 

3  Jesus,  to  purge  away  this  guilt, 

A  willing  victim  fell, 
And  on  his  crofs  triumphant  broke 
The  bands  of  death  and  hell. 

4  Our  foes  were  mighty  to  deftroy; 

He  mighty  was  to  fave: 
He  dy'd,  but  could  not  long  be  held 
A  prifoner  to  the  grave. 

5  Jesus,  who  mighty  art  to  fave, 

Still  pufh  thy  conquefts  on  5 
Extend  the  triumphs  of  thy  crofs* 
"Where'er  the  fun  has  fhone. 

6  O  Captain  of  falvation !  make 

Thy  power  and  merey  known; 
'Till  crouds  of  willing  converts  come5 
And  wor(hip  at  thy  throne. 

HYMN  CLXXXIX.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.       A. 

1    T     ord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  f 
JL/   How  heav'nly  is  the  place, 
Where  Jefus  fpreads  the  facred  feafl 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  F 

»  There 


174  LORD'S     SUPPER. 

2  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 

And  fweeteft  glories  fhine  ; 

There  Jefus  fays   "  that  I  am  his, 

"   And  my  beloved's  miae." 

3  "  Here  (fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lord, 
"   And  fhews  his  wounded  fide) 

"  See  here  the  fpring  of  allyour  joys,, 
"  That  open'd  when  I  <^'d!" 

4  He  fmilesand  chears  my  moairnful  heart 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain. 
"  All  this  (fays  he)  I  bore  for  thee," 
And  then  he  fmiles  again., 

5  What  fhall  we  pay  our  Heav'nly  King. 

For  grace  fo  vaft  as  this  ? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes 
And  feals  it  with  a  kifs. 

H^-MN   CXC.    i-**?  Metre. Dr.  Watts.     A. 

1  ^^lOME  let  us  join  our  chearful  fangs 
\^A    With  angels  round  the  throne; 

Ten  thouiand,  thoufand  are  their  tongues 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  fI  Worthy  the  Lamb"  that  dyM  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus  ; 

"  Worthy 


LORD'S     SUPPER-  175 

«  Worthy  the  lamb,"  our  lips  reply; 
For  he  was  fiain  for  us. 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive, 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  bleffings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  iky. 

And  air,  and  earth  and  feasj 
Confpire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  fpeak  thine  cndlcfs  praife.. 

5  tet  all  creation  join  in  one, 

To  blefs  the  facred  name, 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  tkrone, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  CXCI.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  A. 

WHen  I  furvey  the  wondrous  crofs, 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  dy'd, 
My  richeft  gain  I  count  but  lofs, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride 

a   Forbid  it  Lord,   that  I  mould  boaft, 

Save  in  the  crofs  of  Chrift  my  God; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  moft 
I  facrifice  them  to  his  blood, 

3  See 


*7k  XORD's     SUPPER. 

3  See  from  his  head,   his  hands,  his  feet; 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingPd  down? 

Bid  e'er   fuch  love,  fuch  forrow  meet?' 

Or  thorns  compofefo  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  prefent  far  too  fmall  ; 
Love  fo  amazing,   fo  divine, 

Demands  my  foul,   my  life,  my  alf. 

HYMN  CXCII.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.     A. 

i     TESUS  ?  we  bow  before  thy  feet : 
J     Thy  table  is  divinely  ftor'd ; 
Thy  facred  flefh  our  fouls  have  eat, 
5Tis  living  bread  we  thank  the  Lorcf. 

2  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood, 

We  thank  thee,  Lord,  'tis  gen'rous  wine* 
Mingled  with  love  ;  the  fountain  flow'cf 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine. 

3  On  earth  is  no  fuch  ftveetnefs  found, 

For  thy  dear  flefh  is  heav'nly  food  y 
In  vain  we  fearch  the  world  around, 
For  bread  fo  flne,   or  wine  fo  good 
4   Carnal  provifions  can  at  beft, 

But  cheer  the  heart  or  warm  the  bead, 


LORD'S     SUPPER.  177 

But  the  rich  cordial  that  we  tafte, 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5   Joy  to  the  matter  of  the  feaft  ; 

His  name  our  fouls  for  ever  blefs  j 
To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Priefb 
Aloud  hofanna  round  the  place. 

HYMN  CXCIIT.  Long  Metre.  Lyric  Poems.     4. 
A  bleeding  Saviour. 

TA  /"ha*  heavenly  man,  or  lovely  God, 

Comes  marching  downward  from  the 
Array'd  in  garments  roll'd  in  blood     (fkies 
With  joy  and  pity  in  his  eyes  ? 

2  The  Lord  !  the  Saviour  !  yes,  'tis  he, 

I  know  him  by  the  fmiles  he  wears  $ 
Dear  glorious  man  that.dy'd  for  me, 
Drench'd  deep  in  agonies  and  tears! 

3  Lo,   he  reveals  his  fhining  breaft  ; 

1  own  thefe  wounds,   and  1  adore  : 
Lo,   he  prepares  a  royal  feaft, . 

Sweet  fruit  of  the  fharp  pangs  he  bore 

4  Whence  flow  thefe  favours  fo  divine! 

Lord  !  why  fo  lavifh  of  thy  blood? 
Why  for  fuch  earthly  fouls  as  mine, 
"fhis  heav'nly  flefh,  this  facred  food. 

2   'Twas 


i78  LORD'S     SUPPER. 

5  'Twas  his  own  love  that  made  him  bleed 

That  nail'd  him  to  the  curfed  tree  ; 
Twa*  his  own  love  this  table  fpread, 
For  fuch  unworthy  worms  as  we. 

6  Then  let  us  tafte  the  Saviour's  love, 

Come  faith,  and  fee-d  upon  the  Lordj 
With  glad  confent  our  lips  (hall  move, 
And  fweet  hofannas  crown'd  the  board. 


CONSTITUTION  of  a  CHURCH 

CXCIV.  Common.  Metre.     (Pf.  cxxxii.)         7. 

1  A  RISE,   O  King  of  grace,   arife, 
Ji\    And  enter  to  thy  reft, 

Lof  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes 
Thus  to  be  ovvn'd  and  biefh 

2  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word, 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford, 

3  Here  mighty  God,   accept  our  vows,. 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 

Biefs  the  provision  of  thy  houfe, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Ilerfr 


CONSTITUTION  of  a  CHURCH.  179. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  fhine ♦, 
Juftice  and  truth  His  court  maintain.. 
With  love  and  power  divine, 

5  Here  let  him  hold  a  lading  throne* 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows  y 
Frefh  honours  {hall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  (name  confound  his  foes. 

HYMN  CXCV.  Lenox;  &c.  Dr.  Doddridge.     J. 

1  ^>l  RE  AT  Father  of  mankind, 
\jp   We  blefs  that  wondrous  Grace, 
Which  could  for  Gentiles  find, 

Within  thy  courts  a  place  : 
How  kind  the  care  our  God  difplays> 
For  us  to  raife  a  houfe  of  prayer. 

2  Tho'  once  eftranged  far. 

We  now  approach  the  throne  ; 
For  Jesus  brings  us  near, 

And  makes  our  caufe  his  own  : 
Strangers  no  more  to  thee  we  come,  *. 

And  find  our  home  and  reft  fecure. 

3  To  thee  our  fouls  we  join,, 

And  love  thy  facred  name  ; 


N< 


i8o  CONSTITUTION  of  a  CHURCH. 
No  more  our  own  but  thine,  ■ 

We  triumph  in  thy  claim  ; 
Our  Father  King  the  covenant  grace. 
Our  fouls  embrace  thy  titles  fing. 
4   May  all  the  nations  throng, 
To  worfliip  in  thy  houfe ; 
And  thou  attend  the  fong, 
And  fmile  upon  their  vows  ; 
Indulgent  ftill, 
'Till  earth  confpiref ' 
To  join  the  choir, 
On  Zion's  hill. 

HYMN  CXCV1.  Propet  Metre^  2  of  6  &  of  8  6c 

• '  • )     A. 

1    JLT  '  '■«  biefr  was  I, 

J.   JB  the  |,cople  cry, 

"Come  let  us/fcek  oui   God  to  day  !" 

Yes,   with  a  cheerful  zeal, 

"We  hafte  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honour  pay. 
2   Zion,   thrice  happy  place, 

Adorn'd  with  wond'rous  grace, 
And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  rounc} 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 

To 


CONSTITUTION  of  CHURCHES.  181 
To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 
The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son, 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

And  fits  for  grace  and  judgement  there  1 

He  bids  the  faints  be  glad 

He  makes  the  finner  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  blefs  the  foul  of  ev'ry  guefr  j 
The  man  that  fetks  thy  peace, 
And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 

A  thoufand  bleffings  on  him  reft  ! 

HYMN  CXCVII.    Long  Metre.  A. 

i    T     ORD  blefs  thy  faints  afTemblcd here 
&    4  7n  folemn  cov'nant  now  to  join, 
Unite  them  in  thy  holy  fear, 

And  in  thy  love  their  hearts  combine 

2   May  they  thy  living  member*  prove, 

Tho'  all  by  nature  once  were  dead; 

Be  thou  their  Lord,  their  life,  their  love 

Their  hufband,  and  their  living  head. 

»  3  Thus 


182  CONSTITUTION  of  CHURCHES. 

3  Thus  conftituted  may  they  be, 

Part  of  thy  gen'ral  church  below  , 
Yet  indeperidant,  but  on  thee, 

For  thou  alone  their  wants  can  know 

4  O  give  this  church  a  large  increafe, 

Of  fuch  as  thou  wilt  own  and  blefs  ; 
Lord  fill  their  gates  with  joy  and  peace, 
Andcloathethem  with  thy  right'oufnefs 

5  Make  her  a  garden  wall'd  with  grace, 

A  temple  built  for  God  below  •, 
Where  thy  bleft  faints  may  fee  thy  face*, 
And  fruits  of  thy  blefs'd  fpirit  grow, 

ORDINATION. 

HYMN  CXCVIII.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.    J. 
The  ejfufon  of  the  Spirit :  or  the  fuccefs  of  the  gcfpel. 

i  ^^1  HEAT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great 
VJF   When  the  divine  difciples  met ; 
While  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,   what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  pow'r  to  give,  acd  pow'r  to  fave  ! 


FurriiuYd 


ORDINATION.  !83 

FurnihVd  their  tongues,  with  wond'rous 

words, 
Inftead  of  fhields,  and  fpears,  &  fwords. 

3  Thusarm'd,  hefent  the  champions  forth 
From  eaft  to  weft,  from  fouth  to  north : 
"  Go,  and  afFert  your  Saviour's  caufe 
"   Go,  fpread  the  myft'ry  of  his  crofs. 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  Almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  ftubborn  paffions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low  ! 

5  Nations,   the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubdued* 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs, 

And  hates  the  dodlrine  of  the  crofs. 

HYMN  CXCIX.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.     J. 
The  CommiJJion. 

i    "  /^"1  O  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the 
VjT  «  Lord, 

Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive; 
f '  He  ihall  be  fav'd  that  trufts  my  word 
'  He  ihall  be  damn'dthat  won't  believe. 

2  l<   TeaCh  a11  the  nations  niy  commands, 
It  I'm  with  you 'till  the  world  iliall  end; 
F  %  «  An 


a84  ORDINATION. 

"   All  pow'r  is  trufted  in  my  hands, 
"   I  can  deftroy,  and  I  defend. 

3    He  fpake,  and  light  (hone  round  his  head 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode  ; 
They  to  the  fartheft  nations  fpread, 
The  grace  of  their  afcended  God. 

HYMN  CC.  Common  Metre.  A. 

1  '""Ip'HE  prefence  of  thy  grace  impart, 

1       And  blefs  thy  fervants,   Lord; 
Thy  glory  may  they  have  at  heart  : 
And  guide  them  by  thy  word. 

2  That  whilft  by  prayer  and  folemn  hands 

Thy  fervant  they  ordain  ; 
They  may  refpecl  thy  blefs'd  commands, 
But  hold  traditions  vain. 

3  O  may  this  fervant  fet  apart, 

Thy  gofpel  to  proclaim  ; 
Ne'er  from  thofe  facred  truths,    depart 
Which  glorify  thy  name. 

A  If  ordinances  he  attend  ; 

O  make  thy  word  his  guide, 
JSfor  fuffer  him  e'er  to  depend, 
Oa  any  rule  befide. 

5  TJhea 


ORDINATION  i8c 

5  Therifhall  thygofpel,  Lord,  becrown'd   » 
With  a  divine  fuccefs  : 
Thy  fervant  in  thy  grace  abound  ; 

And  thou  his  labours  bids. 
HYMN  CCI.  Common  Metre.  The  Coll.     A. 

1  ET  thy  devoted  fervant  go, 
JLj   Thy   word,   Lord,   to  proclaim- 
Thine  only  righteoufnefs  to  fhow, 

And  glorify  thy  name. 

2  Grant  him  thine  aid  to  fpeak  thy  word^ 

With  readinefs  each  hour  : 
Attend  it  with  thy  Spirit  Lord, 
And  let  it  come  with  power. 

3  Open  the  hearts  of  all  that  hear, 

To  make  their  Saviour  room, 
O  let  them  find  redemption  near, 
Let  faith  by  hearing  come. 

4  Give  them  to  hear  the  word  as  thine, 

Thy  fervant  to  receive  ; 
Lord  prove  thy  truths  with  pow'r  divine 

That  finners  may  believe. 
*  S  Then  fhall  my  fervant  joyful  preach. 

Thy  grace  fo  wide,  fo  free, 
The  vei  fes  marked  with  *  are  added  being  entirely  new. 

F     3  Nor 


*86  ORDINATION. 

Nor  ever  ceafe  the  ways  to  teach, 
That  lead,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

HYMN  CCII.  Long  Metre.  The  Coll.        A. 

1  XT /"ITU  all  thy  pow'r,  O  Lord  defend 

\\     Him  whom  we  now  to  thee  com^ 

mend  ; 
A  faithful  minifter  fecure, 
And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 

2  Gird  him  with  all  fufficient  grace  ; 
Give  to  his  footfteps  paths  of  peace; 
Thy  truth  and  faithfulnefs  fulfil ; 
Preferve  him,  Lord,  from  ev'ry  ill, 

3  Before  his  face  protection  fend  ; 
O  love  him,  fave  him  to  the  end  : 
Nor  let  him  as  thy  pilgrim  rove, 
Without  the  convoy  of  thy  love. 

4  Enlarge,  enfjame,  and  fill  his  heart, 
In  him  thy  mighty  power  exert  ; 
That  thoufands  yet  unborn  may  praifs. 
The  wonders  of  Redeeming  grace. 

HYMN  CCIIT.  Short  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.        A. 


H 


OW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
Who  ftand  on  Zion's  hill  ! 


Wh* 


ORDINATION.  187 

Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  word's  of  peace  reveal. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How 'fweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
"  Zion,   behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here/' 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  found, 
Which  kings  and   prophets  waited  for. 
And  fought  due  never  found  ! 

4  How  blefled  are  our  eyes. 

That  fee  this  heav'nly  light  % 
P     phets  and  kings   defir'd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight ! 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ', 

Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 

And  deferts  learn  the  joy. 

At  an  ASSOCIATION. 

HYMN  CCTV.  Long  Metre.  Beddome.         J. 
A  prayer  for  Miniflers. 

I   "F7ATHERof  mercies,  bow  thine   ear 
X;     Attentive  to  our  earned  prayer  ; 
F  4  We 


i88  ASSOCIATION 

We  plead  for  thofe  who  plead  for  thee, 
Succefsful  pleaders  may  they  be  !  (charge 

2  How  great  their  work,  how  vaft  their 
Do  thou  their  anxious  fouls  enlarge, 
Their  beft  acquirements  are  our  gain, 
We  fhare  the  bleffings  they  obtain. 

3  Clothe  them  with  Energy  divine, 
Their  words,  and  let  thofe  words  be  thine 
To  them  thy  facred  truth  reveal, 
Supprefs  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

4  Teach  them  to  fow  the  precious  feed, 
Teach  them  thy  chofen  flock  to  feed  : 
Teach  them  immortal  fouls  to  gain, 
Souls  which  will  well  reward  their  pain; 

5  Let  thronging  multitudes  around, 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  found  5 
In  humble  ftrains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  new  creating  "power. 

6  Let  fmners  break  their  mafTy  chains, 
Diftrefled  fouls  forget  their  pains  ; 
Let  light  thro'  diftant  realms  be  fpread. 
And  Zion  rear  her  drooping  head. 

HYMN 


of  CHUR  CHES,  189  | 

HYMN  CCV.  Long  Metre.     Francis.  J. 

M'mijlsrs  abounding  in  the  ivork  of  the  Lord. 

1  "O  EFORE  thy  throne,   eternal  King, 

|3   Thy  minifters  their  tribute  bring, 
Their  tribute  of  united  praife, 
For  heavVly  news  and  peaceful  days. 

2  We  fing  the  conquefts  of  thy  fword, 
And  publifh  loud  thy  healing  word  : 
While  angels  found  thy  glorious  name, 
Thy  faving  grace  our  lips  proclaim. 

3  Thy  various  fervice  we  efteem, 

Our  fweet  employ,  our  bl*fs  fupreme; 
And,  while  we  feel  thy  heav'nly  love, 
We  burn  IiKe  feraphim  above. 

4  Nor  feraphs  there  can  ever  raife, 
With  us,  an  eq^al  fong  of  praife  : 
They  are  the  nobleft  work  of  Gop, 
But  we  the  purchafe  of  his  blood. 

5  Still  in  thy  work  would  We  abound  ; 
Still  prune  the  vine,  or  plow  the  ground 
Thy  iheep  with  wholefom   pafture  feef*/ 
And  watch  them  with  unwearied  heed. 

6  Thou  art  our  Lord,   our  life,   our  love 
Our  care  frelow,  and  crown  above  : 

F  5  Thy 


90  ASSOCIATION 

Thy  praife  fhall  be  our  beft  employ, 
Thy  prefence  our  eternal  Joy. 


HYMN  CGVI.  Common  Metre.  Newport  toll.  A. 

At  meeting, 

WELLmet,dearfriendsin  Jefus'namc 
Come  let  us  now  rejoice, 
While  we  our  Saviour's  praife  proclaim 
With  cheerful  heart  and  voice. 

\  But,  Odearjefus,  Lamb  of  God, 
Send  down  the  heav'nly  dove, 
His  graces  to  diffufe  abroad, 

And  warm  our  hearts  with  love  ! 

In  vain,   dear  Saviour,   here  we  meet, 

Except  thy  face  we  fee  : 
Thy  prefence  makes  a  heav'n  raoft  fweet 

Where  e'er  we  meet  with  thee. 

Then  Q  dear  Jefus  condefcend, 

To  meet  us  with  a  faille, 
Thy  Spirit's  quick'ning  infTence  fend, 

And  purge  our  hearts  from  guile, 
That  at  the  elofe  each  one  may  fay, 

We  met  not  here  in  vain, 


of  CHURCHES.  i9i 

For  we  have'  tafted  heaven  to  day, 
Nor  could  we  more  contain. 

HYMN  CCVII.  Long  Metre.  A. 

i    '  rp  ncourAg'd  by  thy  holy  word, 
r  j  Thy  churches  thus  co^en'd,0  Lord 
By  us,  their  dple  gates  elect, 
Crave  thy  bleft  Spirit  to  direct. 

a   O  guide  us  by  thy  grace,   to  know, 
What  beft  promotes  thy  caufe  below  ; 
And  may  our  confutations  be, 
Frefh  means  to  lead  us,   Lord  to  thee, 

3  Lord  let  the  glory  of  thy  name, 
And  Zion's  int'reft  be  our  aim  j 
From  ev'ry  felflfh  motive  free, 
Devoted  wholy,   Lord  to  thee* 

4  Aflbciated  year  by  ye^r, 

From  all  thy  churches  may  we  hear, 
Of  fouls  that  to  thy  altars  flee, 
Dependant  wholy  Lord  on  thee. 

5  The  labours  of  thy  fervants  blefs, 
In  turning  fouls  to  righteoufnefs  ; 
That  many  converts  ihey  may  fee: 
Yet  give  the  glory  Lord  to  thee. 

F  6  CCVIII 


>92    FASTS  and  THANKSGIVING. 

HYMN  CCVIIl.  Common  Metre,  (Pf.  xviii.)     J. 

cIhankfgi'vhig for  viciory. 

1  r  H  ]0  thine  Almighty  arm  we  owe, 

I       The  triumphs  of  the  day; 
Thy  terrors  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 

2  'Tis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail. 
And  break  united  pow'rs, 

Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcalc 
The  proudefl:  of  their  towVs. 

3  How  have  wechas'd  them  thro'  the  fieU, 
And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield, 
But  they  no  fhelter  found. 

4  In  vain  to  idol  Saints  they  cry, 
And  perifh  in  their  blood  ; 
Where  is  a  rock  fo  great  fo  high, 
So  pow'rful  as  our  God. 

5  The  rock  of  Ifrael  ever  lives, 
His  name  be  ever  bleft ; 

?Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicYry  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 


HYMN 


FASTS  and  THANKSGIVING.        193 

HYMN  CCfX.  Long  Metre.  Prefuient  Davies.     J, 
National  Judgments  deprecated,  and  national  Mercies  pleaded 
Amos.   3.  I.   6. 

1  "^t'Y  T"hile  o'er  our  guilty  land,  O  Lord  ! 

W    We  view  the  terrors  of  thy  fword 
Oh  !    whither  fhall  the  helplefs  fly? 
To  whom  but  thee  direft  their  cry  ? 

2  The  helplsfs  finner's  cries  and  tears* 
Are"  grown  familiar  to  thine  ears; 
Oft  has  thy  mercy  fent  relief, 
When  all  was  fear  and  hopeiefs  grief. 

3  On  thee  our  guardian  God,  we  call, 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace  we  fall  5 
And  is  there  no  deliv'rance  there  ? 
And  muft  we  perifti  in  defpair  ? 

4  See,  we  repent,  we  weep,  we  mourn, 
To  our  forfaken  God  we  turo  ; 

O  fpareourgUiit^country,fpare,  (her.e 
The  church  which  thou  has  planted 

t   We  plead  thy  gra£e  indulgent  God  ; 
We  plead  thy  Sou's  atoning  blood  j 
We  plead  thy  gracious  promifes* 
And  are  they  unavailing  pleas  ? 

F  7  6  Theft 


194      FASTS  aud  THANKSGIVING. 
6.Thefc  picas,  prefentcd  at  thy  throne, 

Wavebroughttenthoufandblefringsdown 
On  guilty  lands  in  helplefs  woe; 
Let  them  prevail  to  fave  us  too. 
KYMN  CCX.  Long  Merre.     Steel.  ym 

On  a  day  of  prayer  for  fuccefs  in  <zvar. 

Ord,  how  fcall  wretched  Tinners  dare 
Look  up  to  thy  divine  abode  : 
Or  offer  their  imperfeft  prayer, 
■Before  a  juft  a  holy  God. 

2  Bright  terrors  guard  thy  awful  feat, 

^  And  dazzling  glories  veil  thy  face  : 
Yet  mercy  calls  us  to  thy  feet, 

Thy  throne  is  ftill  a  throne  of  grace. 

3  O  may  our  fouls  thy  grace  adore, 

May  Jefus   plead  our  humble  claim; 
While  thy  protection  we  implore, 
In  his  prevailing  glorious  name. 
4  Let  pair  experience  of  thy  care, 

Support  our  hope,   our  truft  invite  5 
•Again  attend  our  humble  prayer, 
Again  be  mercy  thy  delight. 
I   Our  arms  fucceed  our  councils  guide, 
Let  thy  righthand  ourcaufe  maintain 

Till 


FASTS  axd  THANKSGIVING.      195 

Till  war's  deftruclive  rage  fubfide, 

And  peace  refume  her  gentle  reign. 
HYMN  CCXI.  Long  Metre.  Rippon's  Coll.     J. 
eThanhfgiving  for  national  deliverance. 

I    *  ^JRaife  to  the  Lord,  who  bows  his  ear 
l|      Propitious  to  his  people's  prayer, 
And,   tho'  deliverance  long  delay, 
.    Anfwers  in  his  well  chofen  day. 

I   Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  5 

His  power  and  grace  (hall  be  our  fong, 
The  tribute  of  our  love  we  bring* 
To  thee  our  Saviour,  and  our  King  ! 

3   Our  temples  guarded  from  the  flame, 
Shall  echo  thy  triumphant  name  ; 
And  every  peaceful  private  home  5 
To  thee  a  temple  ihall  become. 

4.  Still  be  it  our  fupreme  delight, 
To  walk  as  in  thy  honor'd  fight  ; 
Hence  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear, 
Till  life's  laft  hour  to  perfevere. 
HYMN  CCXIT.  Long  Metre.     Steel.  j* 

Praifefor  national  Peace. 

I    g^\  RE  AT  ruler  of  the  earth  and  ikies, 

VJF    A  word  of  thy  Almighty  breath 

F      8  Can 


i9G    FASTS  and  THANKSGIVING. 
"an  .:p.!:  the  world,  or  bid  it  rife  : 
TJ      fipile  is  hie,   thy  frown  is  death. 

2  Vhe,    mgry  nations  rufh  ro  arms, 

Andrage,and  noife,  and  tumult  reign 
A:  id  war  refpunds  its  dire  alarms, 
4     dllaughter  fpreads  the  hoftile  plains 

3  Th     fovereign  eye  looks  calmly  down, 

And  marks  their  cou-fe,  and  bounds 
their  pow'r ; 
1  by  word  the  angqr  nations  own, 
Vndnoife  and  war  areieardno  more. 

4  Th       peace  returns  with  b.i-my  wing, 

((Sweet  }.>eace  !  with  her  what  biefiines 
fled  \) 
Glad  plenty  laughs,   the  vallies  fing, 
Reviving  Commerce  lifts  her  head. 

5  Thou  good,  and  wife,  and.gracious  Lord 

All  move  fuhfervieflt  to  thy  will  -y 
And  peace  a^d  war  await  thy  word, 
And  thy  fublirne  Decrees  fulfil. 

6  To  thee  we  pay  our  grateful  fongs, 

Thy  kind  protection  frill  implore ; 
O  may  our  hearts,  and  lives,  and  tongues 
Coqfefs  thy  goodnefs  and  adore. 

HYMN 


FASTS  and  THANKSGIVING.       197 
HYMN  CCXIII.  Common  Metre.  Rippon's  Coll.  J. 

Thanlfgiving  for  viSIory. 

i    r  a  ^O  thee  who  reign'ftfupreme  above, 
And  reign'ft  -fupreme  below,  - 
Thou  God  of  wifdom,   power,  and  love 
We  our  fuccefles  owe. 

2  The  thundering  horfe,  the  martial  band 

Without  thine  aid  were  vain  ; 

And  victory  flies  at  thy  command, 

To  crown  the  bright  campaign. 

3  Thy  mighty  arm,   unfeen,   was  nigh, 

When  we  our  foes  aflail'd  ; 
'Tis  thou  haft  rais'd  our  honours  high* 
And  o'er  their  hofts  prevail'd. 

4  To  our  young  race  will  we  proclaim, 

The  mercies  God  has  fhown  ; 
That  they  may  learn  to  blefs  thy  name 
And  choofe  him  for  their  own. 

5  Thus,   while  we  fleep  in  filent  duft, 

When  threat'ning  dangers  come, 
Their  Father's  God  fhall  be  their  truft^ 
Their  Refuge  and  their  home. 

F  o  HYMN 


10        For  a  -PUB  L  I  C    FAST. 

y  rMNCCXIV.  Common  Metre.  Rippon's  Coll.  A. 

1  \  \  T  HENAbra'm>  Mi  offered 

vV      Before  Jehovah  ftoori,   (awe 
■And*   with  a  humble  fervent  prayer, 
For  guilty  Sodom  fued  ; 

2  With  what  fuccefs,what  wondrous  grace 

Was  his  petition  crown'd  ! 
The  Lord  would  fpare,   if  in  the  place 
Ten  righteous  men  were  found: 

3  And  could  a  fingle,  holy  SohI, 

So  i  ich  a.boon  obtain  ? 
Great  Go<J,   and  fhall  a  nation  cry, 
And  plead  with  thee  in  vain  ? 

4  Are  not  the  righteous  dear  to  thee, 

Now  as  in  ancient  times  ? 

Or  does  this  fmful  land  exceed, 

Gomorrah  in  its  crimes  ? 

5  Still  are  we  thine,   we  bear  thy  name, 

Here  yet  is  thine  abode  ; 
Long  has  thy  prefence  blefs'd  our  land, 
Forfake  us  not,   OGod. 
HYMN  CCXV.  Common  Metre.  Rippon's  Colt  A. 
^  EE3  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne 
Thy  mourning  people  bend 

'Tis 


For  a  PUBLIC  FAST.  199 

JTis  on  thy  fovereign  grace  alone, 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

2  Tremendous  judgements  from  thy  hand 

Thy  dreadful  power  difplay  ; 
Yet  mercy  fpares  this  guilty  land, 
And  ftill  we  live  to  pray. 

3  Why  is  America  thus  fpar'd, 

Ungrateful  as  we  are  ! 
O  make  thy  awful  warnings  heard, 
While  mercy  cries,      "  Forbear." 

4  Sinners  regardlefs  of  thy  frown, 

Their  pleafures  they  require-; 
And  fink  with  gay  indifference  down, 
To  everlaljting  fire. 

5  O  turn  us,   turn  us,   mighty  Lord, 

By  thy  refiftlefs  grace  ; 
Then  fhall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

HYMN  CCXVI.  Common  Metre.    Hart.     A. 

t   T     ORD,  look  on  all  affembled  here; 
&  j   Who  in  thy  prefence  (land, 
To  offer  up  united  pray'r, 
For  this  our  £nful  land. 


2    0$ 


200  For  a  PUBLIC  THANKSGIVING. 

2   Oft  have  we,  each  in  private  pray'dj 
Our  country  might  find  grace, 
Now  hear  the  fame  petitions  made* 
In  this  appointed  place. 

J   Or,  if  amongft  us  fome  be  met, 
So  carelefs  of  their  fin, 
They  have  not  cried  for  mercy  yet, 
Lord,   let  them  now  begin. 

4  Thou,   by  whofe  death  poor  finners  live 

By  whom  their  pray'rs  fucceed, 
Thy  fpir't  of  fupplication  give, 
And  we  (hall  pray  indeed. 

5  Whatever  be  our  deftin'd  cafe, 

Accept  us  in  thy  Son  ; 
Give  us  his  gofpel,   and  his  grace  : 
And  then  thy  will  be  done. 
HYMN  CCXV1I.  Common  Metre.  The  Coll.  A. 

i    r|  *HELordmyfhepherdand  my  guide 
J[     Will  all  my  wants  fupply  ; 
In  fafety  I  (hall  ftill  abide, 
Beneath- his  watchful  eye. 
2  Tho'  hafl'ning  to  the  filent  tomb, 
And  death's  dark  fhades  appear  ; 
Thy  prefence,  Lord,  mall  cheer  thegloom 
And  banifh  ev'ry  fear.  3  No 


F*>R  PUBLIC  THANKSGIVING      20a 

3  No  evil  can  my  foul  difmay, 

While  I  am  near  my  God  \ 
My  comfort,  my  fupport,  and  ftay, 
Thy  ftaff  and  guiding  rod. 

4  Thy  conflant  bounties  me  furround, 

Amidft  my  envious  foes  ; 
My  favour'd  head  with  gladnefscrown'd, 
My  cup  with  bleffings  flows. 

5  Thus  fhall  thy  goodnefs  love  and  care, 

Attend  my  future  days  \ 
And  1  Uiall  dwell  for  ever  near, 
My  Qod,   and  fing  his  praife, 
HYMN  CCXVIII.  Common  Metre.  Addifon.    4. 

1  \\J  HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 

y  V      My  rifing  foul  furveys, 
Tranfported  with  the  view  I'm  loft, 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praife. 

2  Thy  providence  my  life  fuftain'd 

And  all  my  wants  redreft, 
When  in  the  filent  womb  I  lay, 
And  hung  upon  the  breaft. 

3  Unnumber'd  comfortsfof  my  foul 

Thy  tender  care  beftow'd, 

Before 


"■02  For  a     PUBLIC  THANKSGIVING 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  thofe  comforts  flow'd. 
4   When  in  the  flippy  paths  of  youth, 
With  heedlefs  fteps  I  ran  ? 
Thine  arm,  unfeen,   convey'd  me  fafe, 
And  led  me  on  to  man. 

5   When  worn  by  ficknefs  oft  haft  thou 
With  heahh  renew'd  my  face  ; 
And  when  in  fins  and  forrows  funk 
Reviv'd  my  foul  with  grace. 

6  Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  blifg 

Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er  ; 
And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend 
Has  doubl'd  all  my  ftore. 

7  Thro'  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodnefs  Til  purfue  ; 
And  after  death  in  diftant  world/, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

8  When  nature  fails,  a"nd  day;  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more  ; 
My  ever  grateful  heart  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  fhall  adore. 

9  Thro'  all  eternity  to  thee, 

A  joyful  fong  Til  raife 

For 


For  a  PUBLIC  THANKSGIVING     203 

For  O  eternity's  too  fhort 
To  utter  ail  thy  praife. 
FASTS  and  THANKSGIVING. 
HYMN  CCX1X.  Common  Metre.  Rippon's  Coll.  J. 

Karvejl. 

1  T  I  ^O  praife  the/ ever  bounteous  Lor4 

JL      My  foul,   wake  all  thy  powers  : 
He  calls,   and  at  bis  voice  come  forth, 

The  fmiling  harvefc  hours. 

2  His  cov'nant  with  the  earth  he  keeps; 

My  tongue  his  goodnefs  fing  : 
Summer  and  winter  know  their  time, 
His  harveft  crowns  the  fpring, 

3  Well  pleas'd  the  toiling  fwains  behold^ 

The  waving  yellow  crop  : 
With  joy  they  bear  the  fheaves  aways 
And  fow  again  in  hope. 

4  Thus  teach  me,   gracious  God,  to%fow 

The  feeds  of  righteoufnefs  : 
Smile  on  my  foul,  and  with  thy  beams 
The  ripening  harveft  blefs. 

5  Then,   in  the  laft  great  harveft,   I, 

Shall  reap  a  glorious  crop  : 
The  harveft  mall  by  far  exceed, 
*  What  1  have  fown  in  hope. 


204  At  a  FUNERAL. 

HYMN  CCXX.  Common  Metre.     Steel.        j, 

WHEN  blooming  youth  is  fnatch'd 
By  death's  refiftlefs  hand   (away, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  muft  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  therifing  figh, 

O  may  this  truth,   imprefs, 
With  awful  power,  I  too  muft  die, 
Sink  deep  in  every  breaft. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  ; 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  feize  the  prefent  hour, 
To  morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  fcene, 

May  every  heart  obey  ; 
Nor  be  the  heav'nly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

5  O  let  us  fly,   to  Jefus  fly, 

Whofe  powerful  arm  can  fave  ; 
Then  fhall  our  hopes  afcend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

6  Great  God,  thy  fovereign  grace  impart 

With  cleanfing,  healing,  power  ; 

Thi: 


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This  only  can  prepare,  the  heart, 
For  death's  furprifing  hour. 
HYMN  CCXXI.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts,  J. 
Life  and  Eternity. 

1  ripHEE  we  adore,  eternal  name  ! 

And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  we  be  ! 

2  Our  wafting  lives  grow  fhorter  ftill, 

As  months  and  days  increafe  ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell, 
Leaves  one  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,   and  fteals  away 

The  breath  that  firft  it  gave  ; 
What  e'er  we  do,  where  e'er  we  be, 
We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  ftand  thick  thro' all  the  ground 

To  pu(h  us  to  the  tomb  y 
And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God  !   on  what  a  (lender  thread 

Hang  everlafting  things*, 
Th'  eternal  ftates  df  all  the  dead, 
Upon  life's  feeble  firings. 

6  Infinite 


so6      FUNERAL  OCCASIONS, 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endlefs  woe, 

Attend  on  ev'jy  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go,   ' 
Upon  the  brink  of  death. 

7  Waken,   O  Lord,   our  drowfV  fenfcy ' 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 

And  if  our  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

HYMN  CCXXII.  Common  Metre.  Hughes'  Coll.  J. 

Death's  a  Warping. 

1  *\7"AINmanthyfond  PlJ1^&rbear 
W       Repent  thy  end  is  nigh, 
Death  at  the  farther*  can't 'be  far; 
Oh  think  before  you  die  ! 

2  Reflea  thou  hah:  a  foul  to  fave  ; 

Thy  fins  how  high  they  motmt  » 
What  are  r.hy  hopes  beyond  the  araveiv 
How  ftands  that  dark  account! 

3  Death  enters  and  there's  no  defence, 

His  time  there's  none  can  tell, 
He'll  in  a  moment  call*  thee  hence, 
To  Heaven  or  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flefli  perhaps  thy  chiefeft  care, 

Shall  crawling  worms  cWunie, 


FUNERAL  OCCASIONS.         £07 
But  ah  !   deftruction  flops  not  there  \ 

Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb  ! 
To  day,  the  gofpel  calls,  to  day  *, 

Sinners,   it  fpeaks  to  you  *, 
Let  every  one  forfake  his  way* 

And  mercy  will  enfue. 

Rich  mercy,  dearly  bought  with  blood, 

How  vile  foe'er  he  be, 
Abundant  pardon,   peace  with  Got>  *, 

All  giv'n  entirely  free. 
HYMN  CCXXIII.  Long  Metre.  Fawcett.         J* 

The  death  of  the  Sinner  and  the  Saint.         J^ftC*- 

WHATfcenesofhorror  &ofdg»ifr, 
Await  -the  finner's  dying  bed  ! 
Death's  terrors  all  appear  in  fight, 
Prefages  of  eternal  night. 

His  fins  in  dreadful  order  rife, 
And  fill  his  foul  with  fad  furprife  ; 
Mount  Sinai's  thunder  ftuns  his  ears, 
And  not  one  ray  of  hope  appears. 

\   Tormenting  pangs  diffract  the  breaft, 
Where'er  he  turns,   he  finds  no  reft  ; 
Death  ftrikesthe  blow,  he  groans  &  cries 
And,  in  defpair  and  horror,   dies. 

4  Not 


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4  Not  fo  the  heir  of  heavenly  blifs  ; 
His  foul  is  fill'd  with  confcious  peace  j 
A  fteady  faith  fubdues  his  fear  ; 

He  fees  the  happy  Canaan  near. 

5  His  mind  is  tranquil  and  ferene, 
No  terrors  in  his  looks  are  feen  ; 
His  Saviour's  fmile  difpels  the  gloom, 
And  fmooths  his  pafTage  to  the  tomb, 

6  Lord,  make  my  faith  and  love  ferene. 
My  judgement  found,  my  confeience  clean 
And  when  the  toils  of  life  are  paft, 
May  I  be  found  in  peace  at  laft. 

HYMN  CCXXIV.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.   J. 
I)eath  and  Glory. 

1  "T&  /I"Yfoul,   come  meditate  the  day 
JlVJL    And  think  how  near  it  ftands, 
When  thou  muft  quit  this  houfe  of  clay 

And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  &  view 

The  hollow  gaping  tomb  ; 
This  gloomy  prifen  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  fummons  come. 

3  O  !   could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  Head, 

Then 


FUNERAL  OCCASIONS.      209 

Then  would  our  fpirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converfe  with  the  dead. 

4  Then  fhould  we  fee  the  faints  above, 

In  their  own  glorious' forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  fouls  fhould  lo^ve 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  How  mould  we  fcorn  thefe  cloths  of  flefh> 

Thefe  fetters,  and  this  load  ; 
And  long  for  ev'ning  to  undrefs, 
That  we  may  reft  with  God. 

6  We  mould  almoft  forfake  our  clay, 

Before  the  fummons  come, 
And  pray,   and  wifh  our  fouls  away* 
To  their  eternal  home. 
HYMN  CCXXV.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  J. 
A  Funeral  Thought. 

HARK !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found 
My  ears  attend  the  cry  ; 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
"  Wher,e  you  muft  fhortly  lie. 

2   "  Princes,  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 
M  In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 
"  The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  hea4 
"  Muft  lie  as  low  as  ours. 

3    Great 


210    FUNERAL  OCCASIONS, 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom! 

And  are  we  ftill  feeure  ! 
Still  walking  downward  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ! 

4  Grant  us  the  pow  rs  of  quickning  grace 

To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly  ; 
Then,   when  we  drop  this  dying  flefh, 
We'll  rife  above  the  fky. 

HYMN  CCX^VI.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.      A. 

WHYfhould  weftartorfeartodie, 
What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  joy,      (are, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  ftrife, 

Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away ; 
Still  we  fhrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prifon  and  our  clay. 

3  O!   If  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  foul  fhould  ftretch  her  wings  in  haftc 
Fly  fearlefs  thro'  death's  iron  gafe, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  fhe  pafs'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed, 

Feel  foft  as  downy  pillows  are, 

While 


FUNERAL  OCCASIONS.      211 

While  on  his  bread  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  fweetly  there. 

CCXXVII.  Long  Metre.     (Ff.  lxxxix.)     A. 

Remember,   Lord  our  mortal   ftate, 
How  frail  our  life,  how  fhort  the  date 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath, 
Safe  from    difeafe,   feeure  from  death? 
Lord,   while  we  fee  whole  nations  die* 
Our  flefh  and  {en{e  repine  and  cry, 
<c  Muft  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ! 
<f  Or  haA  thou  made  mankind  in  vain.* 

3  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the juft  ? 
Are  not  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  duft  ? 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  fleeping  duft  arife. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  ; 
Awake  our  fouls  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

HYMN  CCXXVIII.  Short  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  A. 

I       A    ND  mud  this  body  die, 
jTJl   This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  muft  thefe  active  limbs  of  mine, 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption, 


212     FUNERAL  OCCASIONS. 

2  Corruption,  earth,   and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  fiefh, 
Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes, 
To  put  it  on  afrefh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  fkies, 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  duftV 
Till  kflhall  bid  it  rife. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  fhine, 
And  ev'ry  fhape  and  ev'ry  face, 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe, 

To  Jefus'  dying  love, 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below. 
And  fing  his  powV  above. 
CCXXIX.  Short  Metre.     (Pf.  xc.)  JU 

i    "■'■       ORD  what  a  feeble  piece, 
JLj    Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ? 
Our  life  how  poor  a  trifle  t'is, 
That  fcarce  deferves  the  name*' 

I   Alas  the  brittle  clay, 

That  built  our  body  flrft  \  > 

Am! 


FUNERALOCCASIONS.      213 

And  ev'ry  month  and  ev'ry  day, 
'TIS  moutd'ring  back  to  duft. 

Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  ftay  5 

Juft  like  a  flood  our  hafty  day|. 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

Well  if  our  days  muft  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight ; 

YvVii  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way, 
And  let  them  {peed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er, 

This  life's  tempettuous  fea  : 
Soon  we  fhali  reach  the  peaceful  fhore, 
Of  bleir  eternity. 


HYMN  CCXXX.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts  A. 

HYdowemourn  departed  friends 
Or  {hake  at  death's  alarm  .? 
Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jefus  fends,  * 

To  call  them  to  his  arms. 
Why  fliould  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flefh  of  Jefqs  lay, 
Ar/d  left  a  long  perfume: 

3  The 


2i4    FUNERAL  OCCASIONS. 

3  The  graves  of  all  the  faints  he  blefs'd, 

And  foft'ned  ev'ry  bed  : 
Where  fliouid  the  living  members  reft 
But  with  the  dying  head. 

4  Thence  he  arofe,   and  bflrft  the  chain, 

To  fhew  our   feet  the  way, 
From  (hades  where  dcati»&  darknefs  reign 
To  realms  of  cndlefs  day. 

5  Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found, 

And  bid  his  kindred  rife  ; 
Awake,   ye  nations  under  ground  ; 
Ye  faints,   afcend  the  Ikies. 
HYMN  CCXXXI.  Common  Metre.  Rippon's  Coll.  A. 
y^J^y  Should  our  mourning  thoughrsde- 
To  grovel  in  the  duft  ?  U'ght, 

Or  why  fbould  ftreams  of  tears  unite, 
Around  th'  expiring  juil  ? 

2  Did  not  the  Lord  our  Saviour  die, 

And  triumph  o'er  the  grave  ? 

Did  not  our  Lord  afcend  on  high, 

And  prove  his  power  to  fave  ? 

3  Doth  not  the  facred  Spirit  come,- 

And  dwell  in  all  the  faints  ? 

And 


FUNERAL    OCCASIONS.      215 

And  fhould  the  temples  of  his  grace, 
Refound  with  long  complaints  ? 

4  Awake,  my  foul,  and  like  the  fun, 
Burft  thro'  each  fable  cloud  ; 
And  thou,   my  voice,   tho*  broke  with 
Tune  forth  thy  fongs  aloud,      (fighs, 

$   The  fpirit  rais'd  my  Saviour  Up, 
When  he  had  bled  for  me; 
And  fpite  of  death  and  hell  fhall  raife 
Thy  pious  friends  and  thee. 

HYMN  CCXXXH.  Common  Metre.  Trivetts.     A. 

MY  God !  my  God !  and  muft  I  die, 
Thy  prefence  to  behold  ; 
Lord  break  the  oands,  and  let  me  fly, 
To  tread  the  ftreets  of  gold. 

2  Learn  me  to  dwell  on  things  above, 

And  fing  as  faints  do  there ; 
Thofe  brighter!  objects  of  thy  love, 
And  quickly  me  prepare. 

3  To  drop  the  body,   and  remove, 

To  yonder  worlds  on  high  ; 

Fam  on  thy  wings  celeftial  dcve, 

My  foul  would  thither  fly, 

4  Yet 


2i6     FUNERAL    OCCASIONS. 

4  Yet  trembling  at  each  fweljing  wave, 

Of  death's  cold  flood  I  ftand  ; 
Afraid  to  launch  in  them  and  leave,, 
This  body  and  this  land. 

5  But  if  my  Jefus  I  could  hear, 

And  fee  him  (landing  by  ; 
My  foul  would  mount  beyond  her  fear, 

Thro'  death  for   Heaven  fly. 
HYMN  CCXXXIII.  Long  Metre.  Trivetts.     A. 
Funeral  occajions. 

i      H\  E  ATH  as  a  fleep  or  gentle  dole, 
\J    Does  every  weary  faint  compofe 
Lays  all  its  pain,   and  griefs  remove, 
Conveys  the  Soul  to  worlds  above. 

2  Where  all  its  fighs  and  mournful  cries, 
With  pained  heart;  and  flowing  eyes, 
Are  chang'd  for  pleafures  lafting  fweet 
Nor  can  it  more  with  forrow  meet. 

3  Bleft  in  the  lamb's  embrace  it  lies, 
Praifing  its  God  above  the  fkies  ; 
In  fparkliqg  robes  of  glory  bright, 
Tranfporting  joys  and  pure  delight. 

4  Thus  with  the  growing  concert  join, 
And  feraphs  in  rnufick  divine 

Tis 


FUNERAL  OCCASIONS,      217 

'Tis  rapture  almoft  ravifhing, 

To  hear  the  charming  notes  they  ling, 

Nor  can  thofe  joys  fublime  be  lefs, 
They're  flowing  ftreams  of  perfect  blifs 
Yet  parents  and  relations  dear, 
Are  loth  their  loving  friend  to  fpare. 

HYMN  CCXXXIV.  Long  Metre.     Trivett.  A. 

WE  needs  muft  die,  who  banilh'd  lie 
Cloth'd  with  corrupt  mortality  ; 
And  drop  thefe  cloaths  of  finful  clay, 
Within  the -iilent  grave  to  lay. 

God  no  man's  perfon  fp  refpects  ; 
He  faireft  jewels,   though  felect, 
To  dwell  with  Chrift  in  majefty, 
Muft  need  fubmit,   wither,   and  die. 

'Tis  not  in  mortal  bodies  we^ 
Jehovah's  face  can  ever  fee  , 
But  are  as  water  on  the  ground, 
'Till  Chrift  the  jub'lee  trumpet  found. 

4  Then  he  that  did  our  ranfom  pay, 
"Will  clothe  the  faints  in  bright  array, 
As  from  the  beds  of  duft  they  rife, 

More  fplendid  than  the  fparkling  ikies. 

• 

G  5   Wrapt 


n8    FUNERAL  OCCASIONS, 

5   Wrapt  in  immortal  beauties  bright, 
Tranfcendant  pleasures  and  delight ; 
And  while  each  faint  his  friend  embrace 
The  growing  raptures  will  incrcafe. 

HYMN  CCXXXV.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  J. 
Evening, 

DREAD  fov'reign  let  my  ev'ning  fong 
Like  holy  incenfe  rife  ; 
Affift  the  offerings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  fkies. 

2   Tffro'  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 
Thy  hand  was  ftill  my  guard, 
And  ftill  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  merey  flood  prepar'd. 

Perpet  uaf  bkffingsfrom  above 
En  com  pa  fs  me  around, 
But  O  how  few  returns  oflovej 
Hath  my  creator  found  ? 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  dy'd 

To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiply'd, 
Faft  as  my  minutes  roll  ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  cr©fs  I  flee3 

And 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  219 

And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

S  Sprinkled  afrefh  with  pard'ning  blood, 
I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 

Or  on  my  Saviour's  breaft. 
HYMN  CCXXXVI.  Common  Metre.  The  Coll.  J, 
Lord' 's  day  Morning. 

1  TP  O  day  God  bids  the  faithful  reft, 

JL     To  day  he  fhow'rs  his  grace ; 
"  Seek  ye  my  face,"  thy  Lord  hath  faid 
Lord,  we  will  feek  thy  face. 

2  Come,  let  us  leave  the  things  of  earth, 

With  God's  afTembly  join  ; 
Lo  !    Heaven  defeends  to  welcome  man* 
To  tafte  the  things  divine  ! 

3  We  come,  dear  Saviour,  lo  !   we  come, 
Lord  of  our  life  and  foul  ; 

We  come  difeas'd,   and  faint,  and  fick  5 
Be  pleas'd  to  make  us  whole. 

We  thirft,  and  fly  to  thee,   O  Lord, 
Thou  fountain-head  of  good  ; 

Filthy  we  come,   and  all  unclean  ; 
O  cleanfe  us  in  thy  blood. 

G  2  5  O  may 


220        FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

5  O  may  we  pleafe  our  God  to  day, 

May  that  be  all  our  care  ! 
Give,  Lord,  thygrace,  left  evil  thoughts 
Should  mingle  in  our  pray'r, 

6  Amidft  th'  aiTembly  of  thy  faints 

Let  us  be  faithful  found  j 
And  let  us  join  in  humble  pray'r, 
And  in  thy  praife  abound. 

7  Let  thy  good  Spirit  help  our  fouls, 

With  faith  thy  word  to  hear  ; 
Be  with  us  in  thy  temple,  Lord, 
And  let  us  find  thee  near. 

CCXXXVII.  GvNMen  Metre.      (Pf.  six.)     J. 
Lord's  day  Morning. 

1  \\ EHOLD  the  morning  fun. 
JUP   Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 

His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 

It  fpreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

5   How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgements  juft  5 

For 


FAMILY    WORSHIP,       221 

Forever  fure  tby  promife,  Lord, 
And  men  fecurely  truft. 

My.  gracious  God,   how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ! 

0  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n  ! 

CCXXXYIII.  Common  Metre.  (Pf.  iv.  Dr.  Watts)  J. 
Evening. 

LORD,   thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray 
I  am  for  ever  thine  ; 

1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  bus'nefs  free, 

'Tis  fwect  converfing  on  my  bed, 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  facrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God>  my  faith  and  hope  relies, 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep  ; 

Thy  hand  "*i  fafety  keeps  my  days, 

And  ^\\\  my  (lumbers  keep. 

G  3  HYMN 


"2      FAMILY    WORSHIP 
HYMN  CCXXXIX.  Com.  Metfe.  Newport  Coll,    J 

Lord's  day  Morning. 

i    T     ORD  haft  thou  fuffer'd  me  to  fee 
A   i    Another  of  thy  days  ! 
O  fill  my  heart  with  love  to  thee, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  praife  ! 

2  Within  thy  lower  courts  of  grace, 

Let  me  with  pleafure  ftay  ; 

And  let  a  fmile  from  Jefus'  face, 

Chafe  all  my  doubts  away. 

3  Difplay  the  riches  of  thy  grace, 

My  broken  heart  to  cheer : 
And  ihew  thy  reconciled  face 
To  all  thy  people  here. 

4  As^  in  the  ancient  days  O  Lord, 

Thy  glorious  trophies  fpread  : 
Gird  on  thy  all  victorious  fword, 
And  fill  thy  foes  with  dread. 

5  Let  ey'ry  hard'ned  finner  here, 

Feel  that  thy  pow'r  abounds  : 
Each  broken  heart  with  comforts  cheer, 
And  heal  their  bleeding  wounds 

6  Defcend,  O  fweet  celeftial  dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powVs  ! 

Caufe 


FAMILY     WORSHIP.      223 

Caufe  now  a  dear  Redeemer's  love, 
T'  enflame  and  quicken  ours. 
HYMN  CCXL.  Common  Metre.  Newport  Coll.  J. 

Lord's  day  Evening. 

1  Tk  TOW  Lord,  another  of  thy  days* 
J^|    I  have  on  earth  enjoy'd, 

But  ah,  how  little  to  thy  praife, 
My  heart  has  been  employ'd  ! 

2  Tho'  I  have  heard  thy  holy  word, 
And  in  thy  worfhipjoin'd, 

Alas,  how  little  of  it,  Lord, 
Remains  upon  my  mind  ! 

j  Waft  thou  to  call  me  to  account, 
What  I  have  gain'd  this  day  ; 
How  low  the  product  would  amount, 
I  tremble,  Lord  to  fay  ! 

\  Much  like  the  barren  heath  am  I, 
Tho'  oft  refrefh'd  with  rain, 
Still  it  continues  hard  and  dry, 
And  fruitlefs  doth  remain, 

I  For  Jefus'  fake  my  f  ruitlefsnefs, 
Remember,  Lord  no  more ; 
And  whiLft  my  guilt  I  here  confefs, 
Purge  out  my  heinous  fcore. 

G  4  6  Aad 


FAMILY     WORSHIP, 
6  And  e'csmy  foul  (hall  be  undreft, 
To  take  its  laft  remove  j 
O  fit  me  for  that  glorious  reft 
Thou  haft  prepared  above. 
HYMN  CCXLT.  Short  Metre.  Rippon's  Coll.     J. 
A  Morning  Hymn. 

i    ^?*  EE  how  the  mounting  fun, 
k3   Purfues  his  fhining  way  ; 
And  wide  proclaims  his  maker's  praife. 
With  every  bright'ning  ray. 

2  Thus  would  my  rifing  foul, 

Its  heavenly  parent  ftng  -, 
And  to  its  great  original, 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down, 

Beneath  his  guardian  care  ; 
Iflept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found, 
My  kir.d  p  refer  ver  near  ! 

4  Thus  does  thine  arm  fupporr, 

This  weak  defencelefs  frame  ; 
But  whence  thefe  favours,  Lord,  to  me, 
All  worthlefs  as  I  am  ? 

5  Oh!  how  fhalll  repay 

The  bounties  of  my  God, 


FAMILY     WORSHIP.      225 

This  feeble  fpirit  pants  beneath, 
The  pleafing,  painful  load. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  to  thy  crofs, 

I  bring  my  facrifice  ; 
Ting'd  with  thy  blood  it  fliall  afcend, 
With  fragrance  to  the  Ikies. 

7  My  life  I  would  anew, 

Devote,  O  Lord,  toth.ee; 
And,   in  thy  fervice,  Iwouklfpend, 
A  long  eternity. 
HYMN  CCXLII.  Common  Metre.  Rippon's  Coll.  J-. 
An  Evening  Hymu. 

1  T^T0W  from  thc  aTtai  of  our  hearts' 

_[_^    Let  flames  of  love  arife  ; 
Affiftus,  Lord,  toofferup 
Our  evening  facrifice. 

2  Minutes  and  mercies  multiply'd, 

Have  made  up  all  this  day; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercie*  were 
More  fwift  and  free  than  they. 

3  New  time,  new  favour,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  fong  require, 
■Till  we  fhall  praife  thee  as  we  would, 
AcGept  our  hearts  deuce. 

G  t  4  Lor* 


*a6      FAMILY     WORSHIP, 
4  Lord  of  our  days,  whofe  hand  hath  fet 
New  time  upon  our  fcore  ; 
Thee  may  we  praife  for  all  our  time, 
When  time  fha4I  be  no  more. 

HYMN  CCXLH1.  Long  Metre.  Bp.  Ken.         J. 
Mvtnifig. 

C*1  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
T   For  all  the  bleffings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  roe,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  thine  own  Almighty  wings. 
2   Forgive  me,   Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
What  ever  ill  this  day  I've  done  ; 
That,  with  the  world,  myfelf  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I.fleep,   at  peace  may  be, 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread. 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,   that  fo  1  may, 
Triumphing  rife  at  the  Iaft  day. 

-4   O  may  my  foul  on  thee  repofe, 

And  with  fw^et  flcep  my  eye-lids  clofe; 
Sleep  that  may  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  ferve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5   Let  my  bleu;  guardian,  while  I  fleep, 
Clofe  to  my  bed  his  vigils  keep  \ 

Let 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.      a7 

Let  no  vain  dreams  difturb  my  reft, 
No  powers  of  darknefs  me  moleft. 
Praife  God,  from  whom  all  bleflings  flow 
Praife  him,   all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praife  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  boft  ; 
Praife  Father,  Son.  and  Holy  Ghoft. 

HYMN  CCXLIV.  Long  Metre.  The  Coll.     J. 
Morning. 

AWAKE,  my  foul, and  with  thefua 
Thy  daily  ftage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  floth,  and  early  rife, 
To  pay  thy  morning  facrifice. 

Redeem  thy  mifpent  time  that's  paft, 
Live  this  day  as  if  'twere  thy  laft-, 
T'  improve  thy  talents  take  due  care, 
'Gainft  the  great  day  thyfelf  prepare. 

Let  all  thy  converfc  be  fincere, 
Thy  conference  as  the  noon  day  clear ; 
Think  how  th'  all  feeing  God  thy  ways 
And  all  thy  fecret  thoughts  furveys. 

Glory  to  G  od,  who  fafe  hath  kept, 
And  hath  r  efrefh'd  me  while  I  flept ; 
Grant  Lord  when  I  from  death  fhall  wake, 
I  may  of  endlefs  life  partake. 

G  6  5  Direct, 


328      FAMILY     WORSHIP. 

5  Direa,   controul,   fuggeft  this  day, 
All  I  defign,   or  do,   or  fay  ; 

That  allmypow'rs,  with  all  their  might 
In  thy  fole  glory  may  unite. 

6  Praife  God  from  whom  all  bleffings  flow 
Praife  him  all  creatures  here  below  \ 
Praife  him  above  ye  Heav'nly  hoft; 
Praife  Father,   Son,   and  Holy  Ghoft. 
HYMN  CCXLV.  Common  Metre.  Cennick.     J 

Lord's  day  Evening. 

WHEN,  O  dear  Jefys,  when  fhall  I 
Behold  thee  all  ferene  ; 
Bleft  in  perpetual  fabbath  day, 
Without  a  veil  between  ? 
2    Affift  me  while  I  wander  here, 
Amidft  a  world  of  cares; 
Incline  my  heart  to  pray  with  love, 
And  then  accept  my  pray'rs. 
J   Releafe  my  foul  from  ev'ry  chain, 
No  more  hell's  captive  led  ; 
And  pardon  a  repenting  child, 
I  or  whom  the  Saviour  bled. 
|  Spare  me,   O  God,  O  fpare  the  foul, 
That  gives  itfelf  to  thee ; 


*  Tak 


FAMILY     WORSHIP.     229 
Take  all  that  I  poffefs  below, 
And  give  thyfeif  to  me. 

[   Thy  Spirit,   O  my  Father,   give, 
To  be  my  guide  and  friend  ; 
To  light  my  way  to  ceafelefs  joys  ! 
Where  Sabbaths  never  end. 

HYMN  CCXLVT.  Long  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.     $'. 
Morning  j>r  Evening. 

1  Ik  If Y    G°d»     h°W  endle^  IS    thy  l0Ve' 

Jj/jL   Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  ev'ning  new 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  diftil  like  early  dew. 

%   Thou  fpread'ft  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  guardian  of  my  fleeping  hours 
Thy  fov'reign  word  reftores  the  light, 
And  quickens   ail  my  dro^fy  pow'rs 

2  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command  ; 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days  ; 

Perpetual  bleffings  from  thine  hand,  N 

Demand  perpetual  fongs  of  praife. 

,HYMN  CCXLV1I.  Con-.mon  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  A. 

Ftr  the  Ivloming. 

NCE  more,  my  foul,  the  riling  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  \ 

G    7  One© 


230     FAMILY     WORSHIP. 
Once  more,   my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay, 
To  him  that  rules  the  Ikies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  found, 
Wide  as  the  heav'n  on  which  he  fits, 
To  turn  the  feafons  round. 

3  Tis  he  fupports  my  mortal  frame  ; 
^  ^  My  tongue  ihall  fpeak  his  praife  ; 
My  fins  would  roufe  his  wrath  to  flame, 

And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled, 

Since  the  laft  fetting  fun, 
And  yet  thou  length'neft  out  my  thread 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whim  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  mall  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleafant  night. 
HYMN  CCXLVIN.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.  A. 
Morning  'or  Evening. 

1   TT  OS  ANNA  with  a  cheerful  found, 
JL  JL    To  God's  upholding  hand; 
Ten  thoufand  fnares  attend  us  round, 
And  yetfecure  we  {land. 

2  That 


FAMILY     WORSHIP.      231 

1  That  was  a  moil  amazing  pow'r, 
That  rais'd  us  with  a  word, 
And  ev'ry  day,   and  ev'ry  hour, 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  ev'ning  refts  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  room; 

We  wake,   and  we  admire  the  bed, 

That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

4  The  rifing  morning  can't  affure, 

That  we  mall  end  the  day  ; 
For  death  flands  ready  at  the  door 
To  take  our  lives- away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 

To  God's  avenging  law  ; 
We  own  thy  grace,   immortal  King, 
In  ev'ry  gafp  we  draw, 

6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light, 

Our  joy  and  fafety  brings  5 
Our  feeble  flefh  lies  fafe  at  night 
Beneath  his  fliady  wings* 

HYMN  CCXLIX.  Common  Metre.  The  Coll.  A. 
Faith  the  Gift  of  God. 

I    TJAIL,   Alpha  and  Omega,  hail  f 
J_   Author  of  all  our  faith, 

G  8  The 


232    family   Worship. 

The  fi  niftier  of  all  our  hopes, 
The  truth,   the  life,   the  path. 

2  Hail,   firft  and  Jaft,   the  morning  ftar, 

In  wham  we  live  and  move  ; 
Increafe  our  little  fyark  of  faith, 
And  purify  our  love. 

3  Let  that  belief  which  Jefus  taught, 

Be  treaiur'd  in  our  breaft  ; 

The  evidence  of  unfeen  joys, 

The  fubftance  of  our  reft, 

4  O  let  us  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength/ 

From  grace  to  greater  grace, 
From  one  degree  of  faith  to  more, 
Till  we  behold  thy  face. 
HYMN  CCL.  Common  Metre.  Lyric  Poems. 
Omnipotent  God. 

i    rT1KE  Lord !  how  fearful  is  his  name 
JL      How  wide  is  his  command? 
Nature  with  all  her  moving  frame, 
Reft  on  his  mighty  hand. 
2   Immortal  glory  forms  his  throne, 
And  light  his  awful  robe  5  ^ 
Whilft  with  a  fmileor  with  a  frown, 
He  manages  the  globe. 

3  A 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.     233 

3  A  word  of  his  Almighty  breath, 

Can  fwell  or  fink  the  feas  ; 
Build  the  vaft  empires  of  the  earth, 
Or  break  them  as  he  pleafe. 

4  Adoring  angels  round  him  fall, 

In  all  their  {Lining  forms, 
His  fovereign  eye  looks  thro*  them  all 
And  pities  mortal  worms. 

5  Now  let  the  Lord  for  ever  reign, 

And  fwayus  as  lie  will, 
Sick,   or  in  health,#in  eafe,   or  pain, 
We  are  his  fav'rites  frill, 

HYMN  CCLI.  Common  Metre.  Dr.  Watts.       A. 
Tribulation  beloiv. 

1  ORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 
E    J    That  yields  us  no  fupply, 

No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholefome  trees 
No  dreams   of  living  joy  ? 

2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'all  the  ground, 

And  mortal   poifons  grow  ; 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dang'rous  water  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode, 

Lies  thro'  this  horrid  land  : 

G  9  Lqrd! 


234     FAMILY     WORSHIP. 
Lord  !  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  Our  fouls  (hall  tread  the  defer t  thro' 

With  undiverted  feet  : 
And  faich  and  flaming  zeal  fubdue, 
The  terrors  that  we  meet. 

5  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward   ftill  ; 
Forget    thefe  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  Hill. 
HYMN  CCLIJ.  L?ng  Metre.  Dr.  Watts. 
Seeking  the  Lord. 

FTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night; 
Jesus,  my  love,  my  foul's  delight 
With^warm  defire  and  reftlefs  thought, 
I  feek  him  oft,   but  find  him  not. 

Then  I  arife  and  fearch  the  ftreet, 
Till  I  my  Lord,   my  Saviour  meet ; 
I  afk  the  watchman  of  the  night, 
"  Wheredid  youfee  my  foul's,  delight.' 

Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 
I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face, 
And  hold  him  fall  in  my  embrace, 

4  He 


FAMILY     WORSHIP.     23,5 

4  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  tins  with  deadly  fmart  •, 
I  give  my  fouUohim,   and  there, 
Our  loves  there  mutual  tokens  fhare. 

5  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys  •, 
Approach  not  to  difturb  my  joys  ; 
Nor  fin  nor  hell  come  near  my  heart, 
Nor  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 

HYMN  CCL1II.  Long  Metre  Newport  Coll.      A° 
Divine  ufe  of  Muficl. 

WEfmgtothee,  whofewifdomform'4 
The  curious  organ  of  the  ear; 
And  thou  who  gav'ft  us  voices,   Lord, 
Our  grateful  fongs  in  kindnefs  hear. 

2  We'll  joy  in  God  who  ip  the  fpring, 

O^lavvful  joy  and  harmlefs  mirth  \ 
Whofe  boundlefe  love  is  fitly  cali'd, 
The  harmony  of  heav'n  and  earth. 

3  Thofe  praifes,   deareft  Lord,  aloud, 

Our  humble  fonnets  fhall  rehearfe: 
Which  rightly  tun'd,   are  rightly  ftil'd, 
The  mufick  of  the  univene. 

4  And  whilft  we  fing  ;  we'll  confecrate, 

That  too,  too  much  profaned  art, 

M 


*3<5      FAMILY     WORSHIP. 
By  off'ring  up  with  ev'ry  tongue, 
In  ev'ry  fong  a  flaming  heart. 
5   We'll  hallow  plcafurc  and  redeem, 

From  vulgar  ufe   our  precious  voice 
I  hole  lips  which  wantonly  have  fung, 
Shall  ferve  our  turn  for  nobler  jovs 
HYMN  CCLIV.  Long  Metre.  Newport  Coll.    A. 

A  Morning  Hymn. 

I*     A  \AKE  myf0u1'  •™kemineey«, 
±  \     Awake,  my  drowfy  faculties: 
Awake  and  fee  the  new-born  light, 
Spring  from  the  darkfome  womb  of  night. 

2   Look  up  and  fee  the  unwearied  fun: 
Already  has  his  race  begun, 
The  pretty  lark  is  mounted  high, 
And  Zings  his  matins  in  the  fty,' 

3    Arife  my  foul  and  thou  my  voice, 
In  .arlyfongs  of  praife  rejoice, 
O  great  creator,   Heav'nly  King, 

Ibypra.feseverletmefing. 


4  Thy  power  has  made,  thy  goodnefs  kept 
Th,stencelefs  body  while  I  flept- 

FrlT  n"^'  m°re  haft  thou  kW  ««. 
From  all  the  pow'„  of  darknef,  free. 


i 


FAMILY     WORSHIP.      237 
5    O  keep  my  heart  from  fin  fecure, 
My  life  unblameable  and  pure  ; 
That  when  the  Uft  of  days  fhall  come-, 
I  chearfully  may  meet  my  doom. 

HYMN  CCLV.  Long  Metre.  Newport  Coll.  A. 
An  Evening  Hyntn. 

Sleep,  downy  fleep,  come,  clofe  mine  eyes' 
Tir'd  with  beholding  vanities. 
Welcome  fweet  deep  and  chafe  away, 
The  toils  and  follies  of  the  day. 

2  On  thy  foft  bofom,  will  I  lie, 
Forget  the  world,  and  learn  to  die, 
O  Ifrael's  watchful  fhepherd  i pread, 
Thy  guardian  angels  round  my  bed. 

3  Let  not  the  fpirits  of  the  air, 
While  I  lie  flurab'ring  me  infnare; 
But  guard  thy  fuppliant  free  from  harm 
Clafpt  in  thine  everlafting  arm. 

4  Clouds  and  thick  darknefs  are  thy  throne 
Thy  wonderful  pavilion, 

O  dart  from  thence  one  heav'nly  ray, 
And  then  my  midnight  fhall  be  day. 
*5  Thus  when  the  morn  in  crimfon  drefs, 
Break  through  the  windows  of  the  eaft, 

My 


238      FAMILY     WORSHIP. 

My  thankful  hymns  of  praife  ill  all  rife, 
Like  incenfe  of  the  facrifice. 
HYMN  CCLVl.  Long  Metre.    Stennett.         A. 
The  Chrijlian  Honourable. 

1  ]\F°T  ail  the  nobles  of  the  earth» 

JL^jf  Who  boaft  the  honors  of  their  birth 

Such  real  dignity  can  claim, 

As  thofe  who  bear  the  chriftian  name, 

2  To  them  the  privilege  is  giv'n, 

To  be  the  fons  and  heirs  of  Heav'n, 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  heirs  of  joys  beyond  the  Iky. 

3  On  them  a  happy  chofen  race, 
Their  father  pours  his  richeft  grace : 
To  them  his  counfels  he  imparts, 
And  ftamps  his  Image  on  their  hearts. 

4  Their  Infant  cries,  their  tender  age, 
His  pity  and  his  love  engage: 

He  clafps  them  in  his  arms  and  there, 
Secures  them  'with  parental  care. 

5  His  will  he  makes  them  early  know, 
And  teaches  their  young  feet  to  go; 
Whifpers  inftruftion  to  their  minds, 
And  on  their  hearts  his  precepts  binds. 

CCLVII 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.     239 

CCLVII.  Long  Metre.         (PC  \u)     A. 
Depravity  of  Nature. 

1  T     ORD  I  am  vile,   conceiv'd  in  fin, 

j    And  born  unholy  and  unclean; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall, 
Corrupts  the  race,   and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up^for  death; 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart; 
But  we're  defU'd  in  ev'ry  part. 

3  Great  God  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  : 
O  make  me  wife,   betimes,   to  fpy, 
My  danger  and  my  remedy. 

4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face* 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace: 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean, 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 
Nor  hyifopbranch,  nor  fprinkling  prieft 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea, 
Qan  wafh  the  difmal  ftain  away. 

HYMN 


24cr     FAMILY     WORSHIP. 

HYMN  CCLVIII.  Short  Metre.  Dr.     Watts,  d* 

Chriji's  prefmce  defirablc. 

1   "\/f Y  GoD>   my  Iife»   my  love; 
LYJL   To  thee,   to  thee  I  call; 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  (Thy  fhining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell; 
'Tis  paradife  when  thou  art  here; 
If  thou  depart,   'tis  hell.) 

3  The  fmilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are  ! 
"tis  heaven  to  reft  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  elfe  but  there.) 
4   (To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  blifs; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is.) 
5   Nor  earth,   nor  all  the  iky, 
Can  one  delight  afford; 
No,   not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  prefence,  Lord. 

HY 


FAMILY     WORSHIP.      241 
HYMN  CCLIX.  Long  Metre.     The  Coll.     A. 
The  belUfoer  ChriJTs  property: 

1  A    ND   is  it  yet  dear  Lord,  a  doubt, 
x\.   If  inmy  breaftthou  reign'ft  alone 
O  find  the  lurking  rival  out, 
//And  drag  the  traitor  from  the  throne 

2  *yf  oul.d  earth's  delufrve  trifling  charms 

Affume  a  pow'r  above  thy  name? 
Stab  each  ufurper  in  my  arms, 

And  vindicate  thy  rightful  claim. 

3  By  purchafe,   duty,   ev'ry  tie, 

Yea  choice  itfelf,  Lord,  I  am  thine^ 
Maintain  thy  right,  or  let  me  die, 
Ere  from  thy  love  my  foul  decline. 

,  4  If  my  unfteady  heart  wou'd  rove, 

(Andwell  thou know'ftitstreach'rous 
frame,) 
Jf  ought  below,   or  ought  above, 
Wou'd  (hare  or  quench  the  facred 
flame ; 

5   Chace  the  curs'd  object  from  my  foul, 
Thence,  thence  the  twining  mifchief 
tear* 

Reign 


24*  WORSHIP. 

Reign  thou  the  fovereign  of  the  whol, 
Be  Loud  ofev'ry  motion  there. 
HYMN  CCLX.  Twice  5  &n.    The  Coll.       J. 

Adoring  Jefus. 

1    C\  come  let  us  join, 

V^/   Together  combine, 
Topraifeourdear  Saviour,   our  Mailer 
divine. 

2  He  worthy  is  bleft 
By  fpirits  at  reft, 

Who  once  in  this  defert  his  Godhead  con- 
fefs'd. 

3  The  prophets  who  told 
Hisfuff'rings  of  old, 

Sing  now  fweetthankfgivings.on  pfah'ries 
of  gold. 

4  The  fathers  to  whom 
He  fliew'd  he  would  come, 

Now  in  his  pavilion  take  up  their   long 
home.  6 

$   The  fpirits  of  men, 

Who  for  him  were  flain, 
From  Abel  the  righteous,  (hare  now  in  his 
reign. 

6  The 


WORSHIP.  *43 

J  The  apoftles  who  ftood, 

Refilling  to  blood 
for  Je  sus.fr  gofpel,  rejoice  in  their  God. 

r  O  church  of  the  Lamb 

Here  met,  do  the  fame, 
Vith  faints  and  with   angels  blefs  JesusJt 
name. 

My  foul  bear  a,  part, 
For  ranfom'd  thou  art 
\y  jESUSjrblood-fhedding,  his  burial  and 
fmart. 

)  To  him  that  was  (lain, 
The  fcorn'd  Nazarene, 
Je  glory  and  honour;   let  all  fay  Amen. 
KYMN  CCLXI.  Twice  5  &  11.    The  Coll.        J. 
Faith's  claim. 

ALL  ye  that  pafs  by 
To  Jesus  draw  nigh, 
To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  fhou'ddie? 
Your  ranfom  and  peace, 
Your  furety  he  is, 
2ome  fee  if  there  ever  was  forrow  like  his. 
\  For  what  you  have  done 
His  blood  Hiuft  atone; 

The 


244  WORSHIP. 

The  father  has  punifrYd  for  you  his  dear 
Son ; 

He  anfwer'd  for  all, 

O  come  at  his  call, 
And  low  at  hiscrofs  with  aftonifhment  fall. 

3  For  yon  and  for  me 
He  pray'd  on  the  tree; 

The  pray'r  is  accepted,  the  {inner  fet  free; 

That  finner  am  I, 

Who  on  Jesus  rely,  * 

And  come  for  the  pardon  God  will  not  deny 

4  My  pardon  I  claim, 
For  a  finner  I  am, 

A  finner  believing  in  jESUsjrname. 

He  purchas'd  the  grace 

Which  now  I  embrace, 
O  Father,  thou  know'ft  he  has  dy'd  in  my 
place. 

5  His  death  is  my  plea, 
My  Advocate  fee, 

And  here  the  blood  fpeak,  that  has 
anfwer'd  for  me; 
Acquitted  I  was, 

When 


I  P.  M5 

on  the  crofs, 
And  by  iofing  bis  life  he  has  carry'd  my 
caufe. 

HYMN  CCLXII.  J. 

Blt/pngt  eftbe  GvfpeL 

i     *~\  Jesus,  our  Lord, 

LjP   Thy  name  be  ador'd, 
For  all  the  rich  blefiings  convey'd  by  thy 
word. 

a  In  fpirit  we  trace 

Thy  wonders  of  grace, 
And  cheerfully  join  in  a  concert  of  praifc. 

3  The  antient  of  days 
His  glory  difpl ays  $ 

And  {hines  on  his  chofenwith  quick'ning 
rays. 

4  The  trumpet  of  God 
Is  founding  aloud, 

The  language  of  mercy— falvation  thro' 
blood. 

5  Thrice  happy  are  they 
That  hear  and  obey, 

And  fharc  in  the  blefiings  of  this  gofpel 

day. 

The 


246  WORSHIP. 

6  The  people  who  know 
The  Saviour  below, 

With  burning  affection  tQ  worfliip  hit* 
glow. 

7  This  bleffing  be  mine, 
Thro'  favour  divine; 

But  O,  my  Redeemer,  the  glory  be  tbinc* 
HYMU  CCLXIII.  Twice  $  &  4,  thrice  6  &4f 
The  Coll.  J. 

At  Opening  ivorjbip. 

1  /^*OME»  thou  Almighty  King, 
\^4    Help  us  thy  name  to  fmg„ 

Help  us  to  praife ! 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  11$, 

Antient  of  Days, 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arife. 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall! 
Let  thine  Almighty  aid 
Our  fure  defence  be  made, 
Our  fouls  on  thee  be  ftay'd : 

Lord,  hear  our  call! 

3   Come 


WORSHIP.  247 

Come,  thou  incarnate  word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  iword, 

Our  pray'r  attend ! 
Come!    and  thy  people  blefs, 
And  give  thy  word  fuccefs  \ 
Spirit  of  holinefs 

Onus  defccnd! 

I  Come,  holy  comforter, 
Thy  facred  witnefs  bear 

In  this  glad  hour! 
Thou  who  Almighty  art, 
Nowjrule  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 
Spirit  of  pow'r  I 
5  To  the*  great  one  in  three, 
Eternal  praifes  be, 

Hence — -evermore! 
His  fov'reign  Majefty 
May  we  in  glory  fee, 
And  to  eternity, 
Love  and  adore. 

HYMN  CCLXIV.  twice  6,  8  &  4,  D  Oliver.     J, 

The  Covenant  God. 

1   fTHHE  God  of  Abra'm  praife, 

L      Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  ; 

Ancient 


248  WORSHIP. 

Ancient  of  everlafting  days, 

And  God  of  love  ; 
Jehovah  great  I  AM  ! 

By  earth  and  Heaven  confefsi^, 
I  bow  and  blefs  the  facred  name, 
For  ever  blefs'd. 

2  The  God  of  Ab;a'm  praife, 

At  whofe  fupreme  command, 
From  earth  I  rife,   and  feek  the  joys 

At  his  right  hand. 
I'd  all  on  earth  forfake, 

Itswifdom,   Fame  and  power; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  fhield  and  tower. 

3  The  God  of  Abra'm  praife, 

Whofe  all  fufficient  grace 
Shall  guide  me  ail  my  happy  days, 

In  all  his  ways  : 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend  ! 

He  calls  himfelf  my  God  ! 
And  he  (hall  fave  me  to  the  end,  ' 

Thro'  Jesus'  blood. 

f   He  by  himfelf  hath  fworn, 
I  on  his  oath  depend, 


I 


WORSHIP.  249 

I  (hall,  on  eagles  wings  up-born^  t 

To  Heaven  afcend. 
I  fhall  behold  his  face, 

I  fhall  his  power  adore  ; 
And  fing  the  wonders  of  his  grace, 

For  evermore? 

Part  the  Second. 
Tho'  nature's  ftrength  decay, 

And  earth  and  hell  withftand; 
To  Canaan's  bounds  I  urge  my  way, 

At  God's  command  : 
The  wat'ry  deep  I  pafs, 

With  Jesus  in  my  view, 
And  thro'  the  howling  wildernefs 

My  way  purfue. 

The  goodly  land  I  fee, 

With  peace  and  plenty  bleft  , 
The  land  of  facred  liberty, 

And  endlefs  reft» 
There  milk  and  honey  flow, 

And  oil  and  wine  abound; 
The  trees  of  life  forever  grow, 

With  mercy  crown'd. 

There  dwells  the  Lord  our  King, 
The  Lord  our  righteoufnefs ; 

Triumphant 


250  WORSHIP. 

Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  fin, 

The  Prince  of  peace. 
On  Zion's  facred  height, 

His  Kingdom  frill  maintains  ; 
And  glorious,   with  his  faints  in  light, 

For  ever  reigns, 

*   The  ranfom'd  nations  bow, 

Before  the  Saviour's  face, 
And  at  his  feet  their  crowns  they  throw3 

O'erwhelm'd  with  grace: 
He  fliews  his  prints  of  love, 

They  kindle  to  a  flame, 
And  found  thro'  all  the  worlds  above, 

"  The  flaughter'd  Lamb." 

9  The  whole  triumphant  hofl: 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high  : 
"  Hail  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft !" 

They  ever  cry. 
Hail  Abra'm's  God  and  mine, 

I  join  the  Heavenly  lays  : 
All  might  and  majefty  are  thine, 

And  endlefs  praife. 


HYMN 


NEW-YEAR'S  DAY.  251 

HYMN  CCLXV.  Four  6,  and  twice  8.     The  Coll,  J. 
For  New  Year's  Day. 

1  r  1  'i  H  E  Lord  of  earth  and  iky, 

j       The  God  of  ages  praife  ! 
Who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high, 
Ancient  of  endlefs  days  ; 
Who  lengtheas  out  our  trial  here, 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 

2  Barren  and  wither'd  trees, 

We  cumber'd  long  the  ground  ; 
No  fruit  of  holinefs 

On  our  dead  fouls  was  found  ; 
Yetdid  he  us  in  mercy  fpare 
Another,   and  another  year. 

3  When  juftice  bar'd  the  fword, 

To  cut  the  fig-tree  down, 
The  pity  of  our  Lord 

Cry'd,    "  Let  it  ftill  alone  :" 
The  Father  mild  inctin'd  his  ear, 
And  fpard  us  yet  another  year. 

Jesus,    thy  fpeaking  Blood 
From  God  obtam'd  the  grace, 

Who  therefore  hath  beftuw'd. 
Oii  us  a  longer  fpace  : 

5  Thou 


*5*  NE  W-Y  E  A  R'S  D  A  Y. 

Thou  didft  in  our  behalf  appear, 
And  lo  !    we  ice  another  year.  . 
5   Then  dig  about  our  root, 

Break  up  our  fallow  ground, 
And  let  our  gracious  fruit 
To  thy  great  praife  abound. 

0  let  us  all  thy  praife  declare, 
And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear. 

HVMN  CCLXVI.  Four  6,  and  twice  8.  The  Coll.  J, 
The  Barren  Fig-Tree.  . 

1  r|  1  H  E  Cflurch  a  garden  is, 

JL     In  which  believers  (land, 
Like  ornamental  trees, 

Planted  by  God's  own  hand, 
His  Spirit  waters  all  their  roots, 
And  every  branch  abounds  with  fruit- 

2  But  other  trees  there  are 

In  this  inclofure  grow, 
Which  tho'  they  promife  fair, 
Have  only  leaves  to  fhew  ; 
No  fruits  of  grace  are  on  them  found, 
They  are  but  cumb'rers  of  the  ground. 
3   The  under-gard'ner  grieves, 

In  vain  his  ftrength  he  fpends, 

For 


NEW  Y  EAR'S  DAY.         253 
For  heaps  of  ufelefs  leaves, 

Affords  him  fmall  amends : 
He  hears  the  Lord  his  will  make  known,, 
To  cut  the  barren  fig-tree  down. 

How  difficult  his  poft  ! 

What  pangs  his  bowels  move  ! 
To  find  his  wifhes  croft, 

His  efforts  ufelefs  prove, 
His    laft  relief  is  earned  pray'r, 

Lord  fpare  them  yet  another  year. 

5   Spare  them  and  let  me  try 

What  further  means  may  do  > 

I'll  frefh  manure  apply, 
My  digin'g  I'll  renew  : 

Whoknows,butyet  they  fruit  may  yield, 
If  not—'tis  juft  they  muft  be  ftl'd. 

If  under  means  of  grace 

No  fruit  of  grace  appear, 
.It  is  a  dreadful  cafe, 

Tho'  God  may  long  forbear ; 
At  length  he'll  ftrike  fhethreaten'd  blow 

And  lay  the  barren  fig-tree  low. 

P  HYMN 


;t54  kEJO'ICE. 

HYMNCCLXVII     Four  6  and  twice  8  The  Coll.     J\ 
Rejoice.     Phill.  iv  iv. 

i    \y  EJCICE  the  Lord  is  King, 
JL%.   Your  God  and  King  adore; 
Mortals  give  thanks,   and  fing, 

And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts  lift  up  your  voice; 

R.ejoice,  again  I  fay,  rejoice. 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  itains, 

He  took  his  feat  above  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,   &c. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jefus  giv'n  ; 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  &c% 

4  He  fits  at  God's  right  hand, 

Till  all  his  foes  fubmit 
And  bow  to  his  command, 

And  fall  beneath  his  feet : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,   &c. 

5  He  all  his  foes  (hall  quell, 

Shall  all  oi«r  fins  deftroy ; 

Andl 


*& 


The  CEREMONIAL  LAW.     255 
And  every  bofom  fwell 

With  pure  feraphic  joy  r 
Life  up  your  hearts,  &c. 

6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jefus  the  judge  fhall  come, 
And  take  his  fcrvants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
Wefoon  fhall  hear  th'  arch  angel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  fhall  found,  rejoice, 

fcYMN  CCLXVIIf .  Four  6  and  twice  8  Cawper.     7.. 
The  Ceremonial  Laiv. 

ISRAEL  in  ancient  days, 
Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  g  of 'pel  too  : 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  gl'afs, 
In  which  they  faw  the  Saviour's  facev 

;  ThePafchalfacrifke, 
And  blood  befprinkled  door  ; 
Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes, 
And  once  apply'd  with  power, 
"Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood* 
To  reconcile  an  angry  God. 

H2  3  The 


256  CEREMONIAL  LAW. 

3  The  Lamb,  the  dove  fee  forth, 
His  perfect  innocence, 

Whofe  blood  of  matchlefs  worth, 
Should  be  the  foul's  defence, 
For  he  who  can  for  fin  atone, 
Muft  have  no  failing  of  his  own. 

4  The  fcape  goat  on  his  head, 
The  people's  treiTpafs  bore, 
And  to  the  defert  led, 
Was  to  be  feen  no  more  : 

In  him  our  furety  feemed  to  fay, 
"   Behold  I  bear  your  fins  away." 

5  Dipt  in  his  fellows  blood, 
The  living  bird  went  free  ; 
The  type  well  underftood, 
ExprefFd  the  finner's  plea  ; 
JDefcribed  a  guilty  foul  enlarg'd, 
And  by  a  Saviour's  death  difekarg'd. 

6  Jefus  I  love  to  trace 
Throughout  the  facred  page, 
The  footfteps  of  thy  grace, 
The  fame  in  every  age  : 

O  grant  that  I   may  faithful  be, 
To  clearer  light,  vouchfaf'd  to  me. 

CCLX1 


GOD  our  SUPPORT.         25; 
CCLX1X.  4  of  6  &  %  of  8.  (Pf.  cxxi.)  ■       A. 

God  our  Support . 

UPvvard  I  lift  mine  eyes  ; 
From  God  is  all  my  aid  j 
The  God  that  built  the  ikies. 
And  earth  and  nature  made  : 
"  God   is  the  tower  to  which  I  fly, 
"  His  grace  is  nigh  in  ev'ry  hour. 

My  feet  fhall  never  Aide,. 

And  fall   in  fatal  fnares, 

Since  God  my  guard  and  guide, 

Defends  me  from  my  fears. 

"  Thofe  wakeful  eyes  that  never  fieep," 

"  Shall  Ifr'el  keep  when  dangers  rife. 

Haft  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word, 

To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 

And  I  can  truti  my  Lord, 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath  i 

"  I'll  go  and  come  nor  fear  to  die, 

"  Till  from  on  high  thou  call  me  home- 


G 


CCLXX.  (Pf.  cxxxvi) 
Power  and  Grace. 

IVE  thanks  to  God  moll:  high, 
The  univerfal  Lord  ; 

The 


-258         POWER  and  GRACE. 

The  fovereign  King  of  Kings, 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 
<c  His  pow'tr  and  grace, 
"  Are  ftill  the   fame  ; 
"  And  let  his  name 
"  have  endlefs  praife. 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done  \ 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas, 
Andfpreads  the  Heav'ns  alone. 

"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure," 
"   Abides   thy  word. 

3  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun, 
To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
T   e  moon  and  twinkling  ftars, 
To  chear  the  darkfome  night. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace, 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
€c  And  let  his  name 
6S  Have  endieis  praife. 


CCLXX^ 


PR  A  I  SE  to  GO  D.  259 

CCLXXl.  (Pf.  cxiviii.)  A. 

Praife  to  GoJfrom  all  creatures. 

1  ILT^E  tribes  of  Adam  join, 

f      With  Heav?n  and  earth  and  feas, 
And  offer    notes  divine, 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 

Ye  holy  throng 

Of  angels  bright, 

In  worlds  of  light 

Begin  the  fong. 

2  Thou  fun,  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly, 
•In  empty  air. 

3  The  fhining  world  above, 
In  glorious  order  Hand, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move, 
By  his  fupreme  command. 

He  fpake  the  word 
And  all  their  frame 

H  4  From 


260      MAJESTY'ofCHRIST. 

From  nothing  came, 
To  praife  the  Lord. 

HYMN  CCLXXII.  P.  M.  4  of  6  &  4  of  4.  Dr.  Watts.  A. 
Majefy  of  Cbrift. 

1   "WT  !  T  H  cheerful  voice  I  fing, 
V  V      The  titles  of  my  Lord, 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honor  from  .his  word  y 
"  Nature  and  art 
tf  Can  ne'er  fupply 
i(  Sufficient  forms 
"  Of  Majefty. 

2   In  Jesus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glorious  face, 
Shining  forever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  rays. 

"  Th'  eternal  God's 

"  Eternal  Son 

"  Inherits,   and 

"  Partakes  the  throne. 

3"  Immenfe  companion  reigns 
In  our  ImmanuePs  heart, 
When  he  defcends  to  act 
A  Mediator's  part. 

He 


Opening  a  place  of  Worship.     261 

He  is  a  friend 
And  brother  too  ; 
Divinely  kind 
Divinely  true. 
HYMN  CCLXXUI.  Four  6  &  2,  8.  B.  Franci*.  J, 
On    Opening  a   Place  of  Worfuij). 

1  "  |"  N  fweet  exalted  (trains 

J[   The  King  of  glory  praife  ; 

Oe'r  Heaven  and  earth  he  reigns^ 
Thro'  everlafting  days  : 
He  with  a  nod  the  world  controuls, 
Suftains  or  links  the  diftant  poles. 

2  To  earth  he  bends  his  throne, 

His  throne  of  grace  divine  ; 
Wide  is  his  bounty  known, 

And  wide  his  glories  (hine  : 
Fair  Salem,  flill  his  chofen  reft, 
Is  with  his  fmiles  and  prefence  blerb 

3  Then,   King  of  glory  come, 

And  with  thy  favour  crowa 
This  temple  as  thy  dome, 
This  people  as  thy  own  : 
Beneath  this  roof,   O  deign  to  fhow, 
How  Gop  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

H   5  4  Her^ 


2612  £  a  P  f  I  S  M. 

4  Here,   may  thine  ears  attend 

Our  interceding  cries, 
And  grateful  praife  afcend 

All  fragrant  to  the  Ikies  : 
Here  may  thy  word  melodious  foundy 
And  fpread  celeftial  joys  around. 

5  Here  may  iV  attentive  throng 

Imbibe  thy  truth  and  16ve, 
And  converts  join  the  fong 

Of  Seraphim  above, 
And  willing  crouds  furround  thy  board 
With  facred  joy  and  fweet  accord. 

tf  Here  may  our  unborn  fons 

And  daughters  found  thy  praife, 
And  mine  like  poliuYd  ftones, 
Thro'  long  fucceeding  days  ; 
Here,  Lord,   difplay  thy  faving  power, 
While  temples  ftand,  and  men  adore. 

HYMN  CCLXXIV.     Four  6  &  twice  8.  Hart.  j 
On  Babtifm. 

EPENT   and  be  baptist, 
Saith  your  redeeming  Lord, 
Ye  ail  are  now  appris'd 

Thjit  'tis  your  Saviour's  word, 

A  rife 


GOSPEL    TRUMPET.        263 

Arife,   arife  without  delay, 

And  ChriiVs  divine  commands  obey. 

2  Come  ye  believing  train, 

No  more  thrs  truth  withfland, 
No  longer  think  it  vain 

T'  obey  your  Lord's  command  : 
But  hafte,   arife,   without  delay, 
And  be  baptis'd  in  Jesus'  way. 

3  Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  peace, 

To  thy  great  name  we  pray, 
Make  the  converted  race, 
Thine  ordinance  obey  : 

0  may  thy  love  their  fouls  o'ercomc 
And  draw  them  to  thy  liquid  tomb. 

HYMN  CCLXXV  4  of  6  and  a  of  8.  The  Coll.     A. 
Go/pel  Trumpet. 

1  "|Q LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
J[3  The  gladly  folemn  found, 
Let  all    the  nation  know, 

To  earth's  remoteft  bound 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  fioners,  home. 

Exalt  the  Son  of  God 
The  All  atoning  Lamb ; 

H  6  Redemption 


a<54     Christ's  RESURRECTION. 

Redemption  in  his  blood 
To  all  the  world  proclaim : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return  ye  ranfom'd  Tinners,  home. 

3  Ye  who  have  fold  for  nought 
Your  heritage  above  ; 
Come  take  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  JESUS' love; 
The  year  of  Jubilee,  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  Tinners,  home. 

4  The  gofpel  trumpet  founds ; 
Let  all  the  nation  hear 
And  earth's  remoteft  bounds 
Before  the  throne  appear 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Pieturn  ye  ranfom'd  Unners  home. 

HYMN  CCLXXVI.  4  of  6,  and  2  of  8  Rirpon's  Coll.  A 
drifts  RefurreP.'v.n. 

1       A    WAKE,  our  drowfy  Souls, 
jLJl   Shake  off  each  flothful  band, 
The  wonders  of  this  day 

Our  nobleft  Tongs  demand, 
AuTpicious  morn!  thy  blifsful  raVs, 
Bright  Teraphs  hail  in  Tong  of  praife. 

2   At 


The  POOR  SINNER.  265 

2  At  thy  approaching  dawn, 

Reluctant  death  rcfign'd 
The  glorious  Prince  of  life, 

Her  dark  domains  confin'd 
Th*  angelic  hofr  around  him  trends, 

And  'midft  their  {houts,  the  God  al- 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord,         (cends. 

Heaven  with  Hofannas  rings ; 
While  earth,  in  humbler  (trains, 

Thy  praife  refponiive  flags  : 
"Worthy  art  thou,  who  once  was  flain, 

Through  endlefs  years  to  live  and  reign. 

Make  bare  thy  potent  arm, 

And  wing  th'  unerring  dart, 
With  falutary  pangs, 

To  each  rebellious  heart  : 
Then  dying  fouls  for  life  fhall  fue, 
Numerous  as  drops  of  morning  dew. 

HYMN  CCLXXVII.  7  &  6,  7  &  6,  7  &  3,  7  &  6. 

The  Jjoor  firmer .  The  Coll.  J. 

I    tf^i   O  D  of  my  falvation,   hear, 

%JJ^    And  help  me  to  believe', 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 
Thy  bkillng  to  receive: 

H  7  Full 


*66         The    POOR    SINNER. 
Full  of  guilt,  alas!  I  am, 

But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee; 
Friend  of  tinners,    fpotlefs  Lamb, 
.    Thy  blood  was  flied  for  me. 

2  Nothing  have  I,   Lord,   to  pay, 

Nor  can  thy  grace  procure; 
Empty  fend  me  not  away, 

For  I,   thoii  know'ir,   am  poor; 
Duft  and  afhes  is  my  name, 

My  all  is  fin  and  mifery  : 
Friend  of  Tinners,   fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me. 

3  Without  money,  without  price,, 

I  come  thy  love  to  buy; 
From  myfelf  I  turn  my  eyes, 

The  chief  of  finners,   I : 
Take,   O  take  me,  as  I  am, 

And  let  me  lofe  myfelf  in  thee; 
Friend  of  finners,   fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  (bed  for  me. 
HYMN  CCLXXVIII.    TheColl.  j, 

Tbefame. 

I     jESU,   friend  of  finners,   hear, 
Jl    Yet  once  again  I  pray; 

From 


THEfOOR    SIMNER,        267 

From  my  debt  of  fin  fct  clear, 
For  I  have  nought  to  pay. 

Speak,   O  fpeak  the  kind  reieafe! 
A  poor  backfliding  foul  reflorej 

Love  me  freely,  feal  my  peace, 
And  bid  me  fin  no  more. 

&  Sin's  deceitfulnefs  hath  fpread 

An  hardnefs  o'er  my  heart  $ 
But  if  thou  thy  Spirit  (bed, 

The  ftony  flia'i  depart : 
Shed  thy  love  thy  tendernefs, 

And  let  me  feel  thy  foft'ning  powV> 
Love  me  freely,  feai  my  peace, 

And  bid  me  fin  no  more. 

^    For  this  only  thing  I  pray, 

And  this  will  I  require, 
Take  the  love  of  fin  away, 

Take  evVy  vain  defire! 
Perfect  me  in  holinefs, 

Thine  image  to  my  foul  refiore^ 
Love  me  freely  feal  my  peace, 

And  bid  me  fin  no  more. 

H  8  HYMN 


r'S  BACKSLIDER'S  PRAYER. 
HYMW  CCLXXIX.  7  &  6,  7  &  6,  7  &  8,  7  &  6, 

Rippon's  CoU.  J. 

The  backfiiders  prayer. 

E  S  U  S,   let  thy  pitying  eye 
Call  back  a  wand'ring  flieep  ; 
Faife  to  thee,   like  Peter,   I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep  ; 
Let  me  be  by  grace  reftor'd, 

On  me  be  all  its  freenefs  fhewn  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,   Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 

Saviour  prince,   enthron'd  above, 
Repentance  to  impart, 

Give  me  thro*  thy  dying  love, 
The  humble  contrite  heart  ; 

Give,   what  I  have  long  implored, 
A  portion  of  thy  love  unknown  ; 

Turn  and  look  upon  me  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 

See  me,   Saviour,   from  above, 

Nor  fuffer  me  to  die ; 
Life,   and  happinefs,  and  love, 

Drpp  from  thy  gracious  eye: 
Speak  the  reconciling  word 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  ; 

Turn 


BACKSLIDER'S    PRAYER.    26c, 

Turn  and  look  upon  me,   Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 

Look  as  when  thy  pitying  eye, 

'  Was  clos'd  that  we  might  live  ; 
Father  (at  the  point  to  die, 

My  Saviour  gafp'd)   "  Forgive!" 
Surely  with  that  dying  word, 

He  turns,  and  looks,  and  cries,  "  'tis 
done!" 

0  !  my  loving,   bleeding  Lord, 
This  breaks  my  heart  of  ftone. 

HYMN  CCLXXX.     The  fame.  J. 

"f  T  EAR  me,    O  R-tdeemer,   hear, 

~j.    My  humble  fuit  receive; 
While  I  all  my  wants  declare, 
And  how  unhel-p'd  I  grieve; 
Jesus  matter  I  have  {io.n'd, 

foul  hath  greatly  gone  afcray, 
Dear  Redeemer  be  my  friend, 
A n d  bring  me  on  my  w ay . 

1  am  hungry  all  my  cry, 

Is  for  the  living  bread  ; 
Neither  have  I  ought  to  buy, 
Nor  any  tbi   g  to  plead  : 

H   9  Kelplefs 


27o      TRUE  EX  PER  I  EN  C  E. 
Helplefs  begging  at  the  door, 

I  afk  the  fcod  that  came  from  heav'n, 
See  me  needy,   loft,   and  poor, 

And  let  relief  be  giv'n. 

3  Hidden  manna,   Lord,  reveal, 

For  this  behold  I  pant ; 
Let  thine  ears  confider  well 

The  voice  of  my  complaint ; 
L-t  the  tree  of  life  relieve 

A  weary  traveller  near  to  die  ; 
Iv.ay  it  pleafe  thee,   Lord,    to  give, 

To  one  who  cannot  buy. 

4  Empty  fend  me  not  away, 

For  I  am  come  from  far; 
D.)  not,   deareft  Lord,   delay, 

And  leave  me  to  difpair  ; 
Give  nie  of  thy  flefti  to  eat, 

O!   let  me  of  thy  nature  fhare  ; 
At  thy  banquet  take  my  feat, 

And  feaft  for  ever  there. 
HYMN  CCI.XXXI.  7  &6.  The  Coll.  J. 

[True  rxfer'.ertce. 

\    T\  /T  Y  Ij0R  d ,  how  great's  the  favour 
X  ▼  jL   That  I  a  {Inner  poor, 

Can 


TRUE  EXPERIENCE.      271 
Can  thro'  thy  blood's  fweet  favour 

Approach  thy  mercy's  door, 
And  find  an  open  paffage 

Unto  the  throne  of  grace ; 
There  wait  the  welcome  meflage, 
That  bids  me;   go  in  peace  ? 
Lord,  I'm  an  helplefs  creature, 

Full  of  the  deepeft  need, 
Throughout  defil'd  by  nature, 

Stupid,   and  inly  dead  : 
My  ftrength  is  perfect  weaknefs, 

And  all  I  have  is  fin  •, 
My  heart  is  all  uncleannefs, 
A  den  of  thieves  within. 
I   In  this  forlorn  condition 

Who  Sail  afford  me  aid  ? 
Where  (hall  I  find  companion, 

But  in  the  church's  head? 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  pity, 

O  take  me  to  thine  arms, 
And  exercife  thy  mercy, 
'  To  fave  me  from  all  harms. 

I  I'll  never  ceafe  repeating 

My  numberlefs  complaints ', 


272         The  PILGRIM'S  SONG. 
But  ever  be  intreating 

The  glorious  King  of  faints, 
Till  I  attain  the  image 
Of  him  I  only  love; 
And  pay  my  grateful  homage 
With  all  the  faints  above. 
5   Then  I,   with  all  in  glory, 
Will  thankfully  relate 
Th'  amazing,   pleating  ftory 

Of  Jesus' love  fo  great; 
In  this  bled  contemplation 

I  ever  fliall  be  well; 
And  prove  fuch  confolation, 
As  none  below  can  tell. 

HYMN  CCLXXXI1.  7  &  6,   7  &  6,  three  7  &  6, 
The  Coll.  J. 

The  Pilgrim  s  &w«r. 

RI  S  E,  my  foul,  and  ftretch  thy  wings 
Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rife  from  tranfitory  things, 

Tow'rds  heaven,   thy  native  place: 
Sun,   and  moon,   and  ftars  decay, 
Time  (hall  foon  this  earth  remove; 

Rife, 


A   PRAYER.  273 

Rife,  my  foul,   and  haft  away 
To  feats  prepar'd  above. 

Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  ftay  in  all  their  courfe; 
Fire  afcending  feeks  the  fun, 

Bothfpeed  them  to  their  fource: 
So  a  foul  that's  born  of  God 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  reft  in  his  embrace. 
Ceafe,  ye  pilgrims,  ceafe  to  mourn, 

Prefs  onward  to  the  prize; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  Ikies: 
Yet  a  feafon,   and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  giv'n, 
All  our  forrows  left  bdow, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heav'n. 

HYMN  CCLXXXIII.  Sevens.  The  Coll.       J. 

A  prayer. 

1    J      O  R  D,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
L,   At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow, 
O!   do  not  our  fuit  difdain, 
.Shall  we  feek  thee,  Lord,   in  vain?. 

2   Lord 


274     The   VOICE  of    CHRIST. 

2   Lord,   on  thee  our  fouls  depend, 
In  companion  now  defcend  : 
Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  fing  thy  praife. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  feek  thee,   here  we  flay  ; 
Lor  d,   we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  bleffing  thou  beftow. 

4  Send  fome  meffage  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  falvation  to  each  heart. 

$   Comfort  thofe  who  weep  and  mourn, 

Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Thofe  that  are  caft  down,  lift  up; 

Make  them  ftrong  in  faith  and  hope! 
5   Grant  that  all  may  feek,   and  find 

Thee  a  gracious  God  and  kind; 

Heal  the  fick,   the  captive  free: 

Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee  ! 

HYMN  CCLXXXIV.  Sevens.  The  Coll.     J. 
The  voice  of  Chrijl. 

HARK!   my  foul,   it  is  the  Lord, 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word ; 

Jesus 


The    VOICE  of  CHRIST.     275 

Jesus  fpeaks,   and  fpeaks  to  thee, 
Say,   poor  firmer,   lov'ft  thou  me. 

2  I  deliver'd  thee,   when  boiind, 

And  when  wounded,  heai'd  thy  wound, 
Sought  thee  wand 'ring,  fet  thee  right* 
Turn'd  thy  darkneis  into  light. 

3  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Ceafe  towards  the  child  fhe  bare? 
Yes,    fhe  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  hights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,   ftrong  as  death., 

5  Thou  fhall  fee  my  glory  foon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done, 
Partner  of  my  throne  (halt  be, 
Say,   poor  (inner,   lov'ft  thou  me  ? 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,   and  adore, 

O  for  grace  to, love  thee  more! 

HYMM 


276  DOUBTING. 

HYMN  CCLXXXV.  Sevens.  Newton.       A. 

Douhtinv. 

1  'r  I  ^  IS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

J_     Oft  it  caufes  anxious  thought; 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,   or  no? 
Am  I  his,   or  am  I  not? 

2  If  I  love,   why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifelefs  frame? 
Hardly,   fure,  can  they  be  worfe     * 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

Could  my  heart  fo  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  talk  and  burden  prove, 

Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love! 

4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,   and  vain,   and  wild; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  fin, 
Can  I  deem  myfelf  a  child? 

5  If  I  pray,    or  hear,   or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,   is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  ftubborn  will, 

Findroyfin  a^grief  aad  ;hrall; 

ShouM 


BIRTH  or  CH  RIST.  177 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all? 

7   Could  I  joy  his  faints  to  meet, 

Choofe  the  ways  I  once  abhor'd  ; 
Find,   at  times,  the  promife  fweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

S   Lord,   decide  the  doubtful  cafe? 
Thou,  who  art  rhy  people's  funj 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

0  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,   I  pray; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Kelp  me  to  begin  To-day. 
ptYMN  CCLXXXVI.  Sevens.     The  Coll.  A. 

Birth  of  Chrijl. 

1  "^~1£  7"Hat  good  news  the  angels  bring 

W     What  glad  tidings  of  our  King 
Christ  our  Lord  is  born  to-day, 
Christ  who  takes  our  fins  away. 
Him,  who  rules  in  heav'n  and  earth, 
Hath  in  Bethlelrm  his  birth  : 
Him  (hall  all  the  people  fee, 
And  rejoice  eternally, 

2   Li(< 


278         BIRTH  of  CHRIST. 
2    Lift  your  hearts  and  voices  high, 

With  Hofannas  fill  the  iky  ; 

"  Glory  be  to  God  above/' 

God  is  infinite  in  love  : 

"  Peace  on  earth,   good  will  to  men  !"' 

Now  with  us  our  God  is  ken  : 

Angels  join  with  us  in  praife  ! 

Help  to  fing  redeeming  grace, 

3   Now  the  wall  is  broken  down, 
Now  the  Gofpel  is  made  known  ; 
Now  the  door  is  open  wide, 
Christ  for  Jew  and  Gentile  dy'cL 
All  who  feel  the  weight  of  fin, 
All  who  languifh  to  be  cleao  ; 
All  who  for  redemption  groan., 
May  be  fav'd  by  faith  alone. 
4   Jesus  is  the  lovely  name; 
This  the  angel  doth  proclaim  ; 
He  fhall  all  his  people  iave, 
They  in  him  remiffion  have: 
When  they  fee  themfelves  undone, 
They  take  refuge  in  the  Sonj 
They  fhall  all  be  born  again, 
And  with  him  in  glory  reign. 


3    Shout 


HEAVENLY    JOURNEY.         279 

5   Shout  yc  nations  of  the  earth, 
Sing  the  triumphs  of  his  birth  ; 
All  the  world  by  him  is  bleft, 
Sound  his  praife  from  Eaft  to  Weft: 
Jews  and  Gentiles  jointly  ung, 
Christ  our  common  Lord  and  King, 
Christ  our  life,   our  joy,  our  fong, 
To  eternity  prolong! 

HYMN  CCLXXXVII.     Seven*.  Ccnniek.         A. 
Heavenly   Journey. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey  fweetly  fing; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praife, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  Fathers  trod; 
They  are  happy  now,   and  ye 
Soon  their  happinefs  fhall  fee. 

O,   ye  banifh'd  feed,  be  glad! 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made; 
Us  to  fave  our  flefli  arTumes, 
Brother  to  our  fouls  becomes. 

Shout,   ye  little  flock,  and  bleft, 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  fhalireft; 

There 


©8*  CHRIST  our  LIFE. 

There  your  feat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 
£   Fear  not,   Brethren,  joyful  ftand, 
On  the  borders  of  your  land; 
Jesus  Christ  your  Father's  Son 
Bids  you  undifmay'd  go  on. 
HYMN  CCLXXXVNI.  Sevens.  Rippon's  Coll.     A. 
Chriji  our  Life. 

1  C*  RACIOUSLordincline  thine  ear, 
VX  My  requefts  vouchfafe  to  hear; 
Hear  my  never  ceafing  cry, 

Give  me  Christ,   or  elfe  I  die. 

2  Lord,   deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
Only  eafe  me  of  JS^uilt; 
Suppliant  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 

Give  me  Christ,   or  elfe  I  die. 

3  All  unholy  and  unclean, 
I  am  nothing  elfe  but  fin; 
On  thy  mercy  I  rely, 

Give  me  Christ,  or  elfe  I  die. 

4  Thou  doft  freely  fave  the  loft, 
In  thy  grace  alone  I  truft; 
"With  my  earneft  fuit  comply, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  elfe  I  die. 

5  Thou 


REDEEMING    LOVE.         *8j 
5   Thou  doft  promife  to  forgive, 
All  who  in  thy  Son  believe-, 
Lord,   I  know  thou  canft  not  lie, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  elfe  I  die. 

HYMN  CCLXXXIX.     Sevens.     The  Cpll.     % 
Redeeming  Love. 

_[_%|     Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name; 
Ye,  who  Jesus'  kindnefs  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,   who  fee  the  Father's  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face; 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praife  and  blcfs  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  fouls  dry  up  your  tears % 
Banifti  all  your  guilty  fears; 
Sp^your  guilt  and  curfe  remove, 
Canceli'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas!  who  long  have  been,  4 
Willing  flaves  to  death  and  fin; 
Now  from  blifs  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  tafte  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome  all  by  fin  opprefs'd, 
Welcome  all  to  Jesus  Christ; 

Nothing 


282         ADORING  CHRIST. 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  He  fubdued  the  infernal  powers, 
His  tremendous  foes  and  ours, 
From  their  curfed  empire  drove, 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

7  Hither  then  your  raufic  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  firing; 
Mortals  join  the  hofts  above 
Join  to  praife  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  CCXC.     Sevens.     The  Coll.      J. 
Adoring   Cbrifi. 

i   T)  R  E  T  H  R  E  N,  let  us  join  to  blefs 
U  Jesus  Christ  our  joy  and  peacej 
Let  our  praife  to  him  be  giv'n, 
High  at  God's  right  hand  in  Heav'n. 

2  Matter,   fee !   to  thee  we  bow, 
Thou  art  Lord,   and  only  thou; 
Thou  the  blefTed  virgin's  feed, 
Glory  of  thy  Church,   and  Head. 

3  Thee  the  angels  ceafelefs  fing, 
Thee  we  praife  our  Prieft  and  King  ; 
Worthy  is  thy  name  of  praife, 

Full  of  glory,   full  of  grace. 

4  Thou 


Fcr  New  YEAR'S  DAY.        283 
Thou  haft  the  glad  tidings  brought, 
Of  falvation  by  thee  wrought-, 
Wrought  for  all  thy  church!  and  we 
"Worfhip  in  their  company. 

We  thy  little  flock  adore, 
Thee  the  Lord  for  ever  more! 
Ever  with  us  mew  thy  love, 
Till  we  join  with  thofe  above. 

HYMN  CCXCI.  Sevens.  The  Coll.  J 

For } tetv-y ear's,  Day. 

While  with  ceafelefscourfe  the  fun 
Hafted  thro'  the  former  year, 
Many  fouls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here: 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  ftate, 

They  have  done  with  all  below; 
*VVe  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know 

2   As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find, 
As  the  light'ning  from  the  Ikies 

Darts,   and  leaves  no  trace  behind; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  ftream  ; 

Upwards^ 


-84  PRAIS1XGGO  ft 

Upwards,   Lord,   our  fpfrits  raifc3 

AH  below  is  but  a  dream. 
3    Thanks  for  mercies  part  receive; 
Pardon  of  our  fins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity   in  view. 
Blcfs  the  word  to  young  and  old, 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  lore  ; 
And  when  life's  fbort  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 
HYMN  CCXCII.  Sevens,  with  Hall.  The  Coll.     J, 

Pra^ry   GcJ. 

C>  LCRYbe  toGo0onhigh;HalleInjah 
T    God,   whefe  glory  fills  the  fkyj 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiv'n, 
Man,   the  well-belov'd  of  heav'n. 

2  Sov'reign  Father,   heav'nly  King,  Hall. 
Thee  we  now  prefumc  tofing; 

Glad  thine  attributes  confefs, 
Glorious  all,   and  number] 

3  Hail,   by  ail  thy  works  ador'd, 
Hail  the  everiafting  Lord  ; 

Thee,   with  thankful  hearts  we  prove, 
Lord  of  pow'r,   and  God  of  love! 

KY; 


MORNING  and  EVENING     285 
HYMN  CCXCIII.  8  twice  fix.  The  Coll.  J. 

Morning. 

1  f)  ISE  my  foul  adore  thy  maker  j 
f\    Angels  praife  join  thy  lays, 

With  them  be  partaker. 

2  Sov'reignLoRD  of  ev'ry  fpirit, 

In  thy  light  Lead  me  right,, 
Thro*  my  Saviour's  merit, 
o  Thou  this  night  waft  my  protector, 
With  me  flay  all  this  day, 
Ever  my  director, 

4  Leave  me  not,  but.  ever  love  me; 

Let  thy  peace  be  my  blifs, 
Till  thou  hence  remove  me. 

5  Xloly,   holy,   holy  giver, 

Of  all  good,   life  and  food, 
Reign  ador'd  for  ever. 

6  Glory,   honour,  thanks,  and  Dieting,  • 

One  in  three,  give  we  thee, 
Never,   never  ceafiog. 
SSYMN  CCXC1V.  8  &  %  6.  The  Coll.  J. 

Evening. 

1  y?  RE  l  fleep for  ev>ry  favour> 

Jjpj,  This  day  fnew'd  and  beftow'd, 

I  will 


286  Finished  Redempt  ion'. 

I  will  blcfs  my  Saviour. 

2  Omy  Lord!   what  mall  I  render 

To  thy  name,   ftifa  the  fame, 
Gracious,  good  and  tender. 

3  Leave  me  not,  but  ever  love  me  -y 

Let  thy  peace  be  my  blifs, 
Till  thou,  hence  remove  me. 

4  Vifit  me  with  thy  falvation  ; 

Let  thy  care  now  be  near, 
Round  my  habitation. 

5  Thou  my  rock,   my  guard,   my  tow'r, 

Safely  keep,   while  I  fleep, 
Me,   with  all  thy  pow'r. 

6  And,   whene'er  in  death  I  flumber, 

Let  me  rife  with  the  wife,. 
Counted  in  their  number. 
HYMN  GCXCV.     z  of  8,  and  i  of  6  &  doits. 
Minified  Reckmpta*.  The  Coll.  A. 

1    T  I  S  finiflicd  the  Redeemer  faid, 

i     And  meekly  bow'd  hisdying  head, 

Whiift  we  this  fentence  fain, 

Ccme  finners,   and  obferve  the  word, 

Behold  the  conqueftof  the  Lord 

Complete  for  helplefs  man.  . 

2    FiiiimY: 


Spiritual  Barrenness  287 

2  Finifh'd  the  righteoufnefs  of  grace, 
Finifh'd  for  fuiners  pard'ning  peace; 

Their  mighty  debt  is  paid: 
Accufing  law  cancell'd  by  blood, 
And  wrath  of  an  offended  Go» 

In  fweet  oblivion  laid. 

3  Who  now  fhall  urge  a  fecond  claim? 
The  law  no  longer  can  condemn; 

Faith  a  releafe  can  fhew; 
Jliftice  itfelf  a  friend  appears, 
The  prifon  houfe  a  whifper  hears, 

"  Loofe  him  and  let  him  go." 

4  O  unbelief!    injurious  bar  ! 
Source  of  tormenting,   fruitlefs  fear 

Why  doft  thou  yet  reply? 
Where'er  thy  loud  objections  fall, 
"  'Tis  finim'd,"  ftill  may  anfwer  all 

And  filence  ev'ry  cry. 

HYMN  CCXCVL    Twice  8  &  6.     The  Coll.     J. 
Spiritual  Barrcnnefs. 

IT\  /i"  oft  ri§nteous  ^od  my  doom  I  bear 
i.  v  JL  My  load  of  guilt -my  pain  and  care 
Inflam'd  to  bafe  defires*, 
Hard  toiling  for  embitter'd  bread, 

1  mourn 


28S        For    SERIOUS  K  ESS. 
I  mourn  my  barren  foul  o'erfpread, 
With  curfed  thorns  and  briars. 
2   Death  !s  fentence  in  myfelf  receive, 
And  duft  to  du£  already  cleave, 

Exil'd  from  paradife; 
Haft'ning  to  belli Ih  mifery, 
Jesus,   if  unredeem'd  by  thee, 
My  foul  forever  dies, 

3  But  Jesus  hath  my  fentence  born, 
He  did  in  my  affliction  mourn; 

A  man  of  for  row  made; 
A  ferVaot  and  a  curfe  for  me, 
He  bore  the  utmoll  penalty, 

He  fuffer'd  in  my  Acad. 

4  I  fee  him  fweat  great  drops  of  blood, 
I  fee  him  faint  beneath  my  load, 

The  thorns  his  temples  tear; 
He  bows  his  bleeding  head  and  dies  ! 
He  lives!   he  mounts  above  the  fkies! 
He  claims  my  Eden  there! 
HYMN  CCXCV1I.     Twice  8  &  6.     The  Coll.     J. 
For  Serioufnefs. 

1   TH  **  ^  ^  ^OD  °^  8lor'olls  majefty ! 
JL     To  thee,  againft  myfelf,  to  thee, 


FOR    SERIOUSNESS.        E8c 

A  worm  of  eartli  I  cry: 
An  half-awaken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endlefs  blifs  or  pain, 

A  finner  born  to  die. 

Lo!   on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  feas  I  ftand, 

Secure,   infenfible! 
A  point  of  time,   a  moment's  fpace, 
Removes  me  to  the  heav'nly  place, 

Or  fhuts  me  up  in  hell. 

O  God,   mine  inmoft  foul  convert  I 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  imprefs; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  folemn  weighty 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  'wake  to  rightcoufnefs. 
Before  me  place  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of   that  tremendous  clay, 

When  thou  with  clouds  malt  come. 
To  fudge  the  nations  at  thy  bar, 
And  tell  me,   Lord,   mall  I£e  there, 
To  meet  a  joyful  doom  !  / 

Be  this  my  great  one  bufinefs  here./ 
With  feriousindu dry  and  fear,     / 


29P    The  SINNER  CONVERTED-. 
My  future  blifs  t'infure; 
Thine  utraoft  counfel  to  fulfill, 
And  fufFer  all  thy  righteous  will, 
And  to  the  end  endure. 

6  Then,   Saviour,   then  my  foul  receive, 
Traniported  from  this  vale  to  live, 

And  reign  with  thee  above; 
"Where  faith  is  fweetly  loft  in  fight, 
And  hope  in  full  fupreme  delight, 

And  everlafting  love. 
HYMN  CCXCVII.  twice  8  &  6.  The  Coll.       J. 

The  (inner  converted. 

WHEN  with  my  mind  divinely  prefe 
Dear  Saviour,  myrevolvingbreaft 
Wou'd  paft  offences  trace  ; 
Trembling  I  make  the  black  review, 
Yet  pleas'd  behold  admiring  too, 
The  pow'r  of  changing  grace. 

2   This  tongue  with  blafphemies  defied, 
Thefe  feet,    to  erring  paths  beguil'd, 

In  heav'nly  league  agree  ; 
"Who  cou'd  believe  fuch  lipscou'd  praife 
Or  think  my  dark  and  winding  ways 
SI\ould  ever  lead  to  thee  ? 

.  -x  Thefe 


CONVERSE  with  CHRIST.       219 

g   Thefe  eyes  that  once  abus'd  their  fight. 
Now  lift  to  thee  their  wat'ry  light, 

And  weep  a  fiient  flood  ; 
Thefe  hands  afcend  in  ceafelefs  pray'rj 
O  walh  away  the  ftains  they  wear, 
In  pure  redeeming  blood  j 

4  Thefe  ears,   that  pleas'd  cou'd  entertain 
The  midnight  oath,   the  luftful  ftrain,. 

When  round  the  feftal  board  ; 
Now  deaf  to  all  th*  inchanting  noife, 
Avoid  the  throng,   deteft  the  joys, 
And  prefs  to  hear  thy  word. 

j   Thus  art  thou  ferv'd  in  ev'ry  part ; 
And  now  thoudoft  transform  my  heart., 
That  droify  thing  refine  : 
No w grace  doth  nature's  ftrengthcontroul 
And  a  new  creature— body— foul, 

Are,   Lord,   for  ever  thine  I 

HY.MN  CCXCVIII.  p.  M.  twice  8&6&L  three  8 

8c6.  Lyric  Poems.  4. 

Converfc  tuitb   Chrijl. 

I'Mtir'd  with  vifits,  modes  and  forms. 
And  flatteries  paid  to  fellow  worms 
Their  converfation  cloys: 

I  2  Their 


292  CONVERSE  with  CHRIST 

Their  vain  amours,   and  empty  ftuff: 
But  I  can  ne'er  enjoy  enough 
Of  thy  bleft  company,   my  Lord,  thou 
life  of  all  my  joys- 

2  When  he  begins  to  tell  his  love, 
Through  every  vein  my  paffions  move, 

The  captives  of  his  tongue; 
In  midnight  fhades,   on  frofty  ground, 
I  could  attend  the  pleafing  found, 
Nor  mould  I  feel  December  cold,  nor 
think  the  darknefs  long* 

3  There  while  I  hear  my  Saviour  God 
Count  o'er  the  fins  (a  heavy  load) 

He  bore  upon  the  tree, 
Inward  I  blufli  with  fecret  fhame, 
And  weep,  and  love,  andblefs  the  name 
That  knew  not  guilt  nor  erief  his  own, 
but  bare  it  all  for  me. 

4  Next  he  defcribes  the  thorns  he  wore, 
And  talks  his  bloody  paffion  o'er, 

Till  I  am  drown'd  in  tears: 
Yet  with  the  fympathetic  fmart 
There's  a  ftrangejoy  beats  round  my  heart 
The  curfed  tree  has  bleffings  in't,  my 

I         fwccteft  balm  it  bears*  \ 

5  * 


CONVERSE   with   CHRIST.    *9S 

5  I  hear  the  glorious  fufferer  tell, 
How  on  his  crofs  he  vanquifh'd  hell, 

And  all  thepow'rs  beneath  : 
Transported  and  inipir'd,   my  tongue 
Attempts  his  triumphs  in  a  fong  : 
How  has  the  ferpent  loft  his  fting,  and 
where's  thy  victory,   death  ? 

6  But  when  he  fhews  his  hands  and  heart 
With  thofe  dear  prints  of  dying  fmart 

He  fets  my  foul  on  fire  : 
Not  the  beloved  John  could  reft 
With  more  delight  upon  that  breaft, 
Nor  Thomas  pry  into  thofe  wounds  with 
more  intenfe  defire. 

7  Kindly  he  opens  me  his  ear, 

And  bids  me  pour  my  forrows  there, 

And  tell  him  all  my  pains: 
Thus  while  I  eafe  &y  burden'd  heart, 
In  ev'ry  woe  he  bears  a  part, 
His  arms  embrace  me,   and  his  hand  my 
drooping  head  fuftains. 

8  Fly  from  my  thoughts,  all  human  things 
And  fportingfwains,  and  fighting  kings, 

And  tales  of  wanton  love: 

I  3  My 


294  ISAIAH.  IX,  II. 

My  foul  difdains  that  little  fnarc 
The  tangles  of  Amira's  hair  ; 

Thine  anus,  my  God,  are  fweeter  bands, 
nor  can  my  heart  remove. 

HYMN  CCXCIX.    8  &  7.     The  CoU.  J. 

Jfaiab  ix,    i. 

LIGHT  of  thofe  whofe  dreary  dwelling 
Borders  on  the  (hades  beneath, 
Come  and  by  thy  love's  revealing, 

Diffipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 
The*  new  heav'n  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  ourdeepelt  darknefs  cife  ! 
Scatt'ring  all  the  night  of  nature, 
Pouring  eye-light  on  our  eyes  ! 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing, 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart;        * 
Chafing  all  our  fears,   and  chearing 
•     Ev'ry  poor  blighted  heart: 
Come,  and  manitefl  the  favour 

God  has  for  our  ranfom'd  race; 
Come,   thou  All  fufficient  Saviour, 

Come  and  bring  thy  gofpel-g.acc. 

3  Save  us  in  thy  great  companion. 

O  thou  mild  pacific  Prince' 

Give 


to  J  E  S  U  S   C  H  R  I  S  T         395 

Give  the  knowledge  of  falvation, 
Give  the  pardon  of  our  fins  ! 

By  thine  all-reftoring  merit, 
Ev'ry  burden'd  foul  releafe; 

EvVy  weary,   wand'ring   fpirit, 
Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

HYMN  CCC.  twice  8  &  7.     The  poll.  J. 

To  Jefus   Cbrif. 

x    TJAIL,   thou  once  defpifed  Jesus! 
f~j[    Hail,   thou  Galileau  Kiag !    ' 

Who  didft  fuffer  to  releafe  us, 
Who  didft  free  falvation  bring  ! 

Haii,   thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Who  haft  born#our  fin  and  fhame^ 

By  whofe  merits  we  find  favour, 
Life  is  given  thro*  thy  name  ! 

2   Pafchal  Lamb  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  (ins  were  on  thee  laid! 
By  Almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  haft  full  atonement  made; 
Ev'ry  fin  maybe  forgiv'n, 

Thro'  the  virtue  of  thy  blood; 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  Heav'n 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

I   4  3    J^su~i 


z96     CHRIST  the  BELIEVER'S  ALL. 
3    Jesus,,  hail!    enthron'd  in  glory, 
There  forever  to  abide! 
All  the  heav'nly  hofts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  fide: 
There  for  fi  nners  thou  art  pleading, 

Spare  them  yet  another  year - 

Thou  for  faints  art  interceeding, 
Till  in  glory  they  appear. 

4  Worfhip,   honour,   pow'r  and  blelTing, 

Christ  is  worthy  to  receive— 
Loudeft  praifes  without  ceaflng, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give  ! 
Help,   ye  bright  angelic  fpirifs, 

Bring  your  ftveeteft,   nobleft  lays, 
Help  to  fing  our  Saviour's  merits, 

Help  to  chaunt  Immanuel's  praife* 

HYMN  CCCI  Eight  and  Seven     The  Coll.         Jt 
Cbrift  the  believer* s  All. 

I  '  amb  of  God  we  fall  before  thee 

A-i    Humbly  trufling  in  thy  crofs; 
That  alone  be  all  our  glory,  * 

All  things  elfe  are  dung  and  drofsj 
Thee  we  own  a  per  feci  Saviour, 
Only  fource  of  all  that's  good  : 


'ry 


CHRIST  the  BELIEVER'S  ALL.  297 
Ev'ry  grace  and  ev'ry  favour 
Come  to  us  thro*  Jefus*  blood. 

2  Jefus  gives  us  true  repentance, 

By  his  Spirit  fent  from  Heav'n  ; 
Jefus  whifpers  this  fvveet  fentence, 

"  Son  thy  fins  are  all  forgiv'n  j" 
Faith  he  gives  us  to  believe  it, 

Grateful  hearts  his  love  to  prize  5 
Want  we  wifdom  he  mult  give  it; 

Hearing  ears  and  feeing  eyes-* 

3  Jsfus-  gives  us  pure  affections, 

Wills  to  do  what  he  requires  ; 
,  Makes  us  follow  his  directions, 

And,    what  he  commands,   infpires  ? 
All  our  pray'rs  and  all  our  praifes, 

Rightly  cfFer'd  in  &is  name  ; 
He  that  dictates  them  is  Jefus  j 

He  that  anfwers  is  the  fame. 

4  When  we  live  on  Jefus'  merit, 
Then  we  worfhip  God  aright :  1 

Father,  Son  and  Holy  Spirit, 

Then  we  favingly  unite, 
Thjs  the  whole  conclufion  of  It, 

J  $  feresrt 


s93  BURIED  with  CHRIST  iW  baptism. 

Great  or  good  whate'er  we  call ; 
God,    orfeng  or  Prieft,  or  Prophet, 
Jefus  Chrift  is,   all  in  all. 
HYMN  CCCII  Eight  and  Seven    Rippon's  Coll.     7. 
Burled loiih  Cbr'ijl in  Bapi'fm.      Rom.   vi,  4. 

1  JTFSUS,  mighty  King  in  Sion  ! 

3    Thou  alone  our  guide  (halt  be  ; 
Thy  commiffion  we  rely  on,. 

We  would  follow  none  but  thee. 

2  As  an  emblem  of  thy  paffion, 

And  phy  vicYry  o'er  the  grave, 
We,  who  know  thy  great  falvation, 
Arc  bapriz'd  beneath  the  wave.    , 

3  Fearlefs  of  the  world's  defpifing, 

We  the  ancient  path  purfue, 
Buried  with  our  Lord,    and  rifing 
To  a  life  divinely  new. 
HYMN  CCCHI  Eight  and  Seven     The  Coll.      J. 
An  happy  moment. 

*    C^AvIoT3r*   Ido  feel  thr  merit, 
i  L^    Sprinkled    with  redeeming  blood, 
And  my  weary  troubled  fpirit, 

Now  finds  reft  in  thee,  my  God: 
I  am  fafe,   and  I  am  happy, 

While 


HAPPY    MOMENT.  2g9 

While  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie  ! 
Sin  and  fatan  cannot  hurt  me, 
While  the  Saviour  is  fo  nigh. 

2   Now  HI  fing  of  Jefus'  merit, 

Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name, 
That  if  any  want  his  Spirit, 

He  is  ftill  the  very  fame  : 
He  that  afketh  foon  receiveth, 

He  that  feeks  is  fure'to  find  ; 
Come,  for  whofoe'er  believeth, 

He  will  never  caft  behind. 

J   Now  our  advocate  is  pleading, 

With  his  Father  and  our  God  ; 
Now  for  us  he's  interceeding, 

As  the  purchafe  of  his  blocd  : 
Now  me  thinks  I  hear  him  pleading, 
"  Father  fave  them  I  have  dy'dj" 
And  the  Father,   anfwers,  faying, 
"  They  are  freely  juftify'd." 
HYMN  CCCIV  Eight  and  Seven.     Robifon.       J. 
I  Sam.  vii,  12. 

1    ^^0rne  tJl0u  ^ont  °f  ev'ry  bleffing  ! 
\^A    Tune  my  heart  to  fing  thy  grace! 
Streams  of  mercy  never-ceafing, 

I  6  Call 


joo  INVITATION. 

Call  for  fongs  of  loudeft  praife  : 
Teach  me  fome  melodio»s  fonhet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ;' 
Praife  the  mount — I'm  fixt  upon  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raife  my  Eben-Ezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleafure 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jefus  fought    me  when  a  ftranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He  to  refcueme  from  danger, 

Iuterpofd  with  precious  blood. 

3  O  !    to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  conftrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let. that  grace.   Lord  like  a  fetter. 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart'  to  thcel 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,   I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love-— 
Here's  my  heart,  Lor  J,  take  and  feal  it| 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above  ! 
HYMN  CCCV  Eight  and  Sevefl  The  Coll.         J 
I   ^~>fOME,   defcend,  O  heav'n!y  Spirit, 
\^    Fan,  each  (park  into  a  flame-, 

feleflxag 


O  HEAVENLY  SPIRIT.     301 

Bleffings  let  us  now  inherit, 

Bleffint's  that  we  cannot  name  : 

Whilft  Hofannas  we  are  finging, 
May  our  hearcs  in  rapture  move, 

Feel  new  grace  in  them  (till  fpringine, 
Breathe  the  air  of  pureft  iove. 

2  Let  us  fail  in  grace's  ocean, 

Float  on  that  unbounded  fea, 
Guided  into  pure  devotion, 

Kept  from  paths  of  error  free  ° 
On  thy  heav'iiiy  manna  feeding, 

Skreen'd  from  ev'ry  envious  foe  5 
Love,  O  iove  for  finners  bleeding, 

All  for  thee  we  would  forego. 

<-" 

3  Keep    us,  Lord,  ftill  in  communion, 
D&ily  nearer  drawn  to  thee  ; 

Sin|ffog  in  the  fweete ft  union 
Of  that  heart-feit  myftery  : 

Keep  us  fafe  from  each  deliulon, 
Well  protected  from  all  harm  % 

Free  from  fin  and  all  confuiion, 
Circle  us  within  thine  arms. 


HYMN 


9C2  DEATH  and  GLOR  Y. 

HYMN  CCCVI.     Eight  and  Seven.     The  Coll.     J. 
Death  and  Glory. 

I    TN   a  world  of  fin  and  forrow, 

X   Cora pafs'd  round  with  many  a  care 
From  eternity  We  borrow 

Hope,  that  can  exclude  defpair  : 
Thee  triumphant  God  and  Saviour  ! 

In  the  glafs  of  faith  we  fee  ; 
O  aflift  each  faint  endeavour  ! 

Raife  our  earth-born  fouls  to  thee. 

2   Place  that  awful  fcene  before  us, 

Of  the  laft  tremendous  day  ; 
When  to  life  thou  fhalt  reftore  us, 

Ling'ring  ages,  hafte  away  !" 
Then  this  vile  and   fmful  nature 

In  corruption  mail  put  on  ; 
Life  renewing,  glorious  Saviour  ! 

Let  thy  gracious  will  be  done. 
HYMN    CCCVII.  8  &  7     The  Coll.  J. 

The  Refurreaion  of  Chrifl. 

PLE  AST)  we  rsad  in  facred  ftory, 
How  our  Lord  refum'd  his  breath  ; 
Where,  O  grave's,  thy  conquering  glory 
'  Where's  thy  fting,  thou fantom death  ? 
Soon  thy  jaws,  reftrain'd  from  chewing, 

Muft 


RESURRECTION  of  CHRIST.      oQf> 

Muft  difgorge  their  ranfom'd  prey  : 
Man  firft  gave  thee  pow'r  to  ruin, 
Man  too  takes  that  pow'r  away. 

2  I  am  Alpha,  fays  the  Saviour  ; 

I  Omega  likewife  am^ 
I  was  dead  and  live  forever, 

God  Almighty  and  th'  Lamb, 
In  the  Lord  is  our  perfection, 

And  in  him  ourboaft  we'll  nuke$ 
"We  fhall  fhare  his  refurrecYion, 

If  we  of  his  death  partake. 

3  Ye  that  die  without  repentance, 

Ye  muft  rife  when  Chrift  appears  ? 
Rife  to  hear  your  dreadful  fentence, 

While  the  faints  rejoice  in  theirs : 
You  to  dwell  with  fiends  infernal, 

Tkey  with  Jefus  Chrift  to  reign; 
They  go  into  life  eternal, 

You  to  everlafting  pain* 

£   Bold  rebellion,  bafe  backfiiding, 

Stop  your  courfe,  reflecT:  with  dread; 

In  deftruction  there's  no  hiding ; 
Death  and  hell  give  up  their  dead, 

Ev'ry  fea,  and  lake,  and  river 

I   8  Shall 


3©4  JUDGMEN  T. 

Shall  reftore  their  dead  to  view  : 
Shout  for  gladnefs,   O  believer 
Chriit  is  ris'n,  and  fo  fhali  you. 

HYMN  CCCVIII.        8  &  7,  twice  7. 

'judgment. 

I     ff^jRefs'd  my  foul  with  future  profpecly 
r     Sing  creation's  difmal  end  ; 
Long  foretold  by  facred  Prophets, 
Holy  Mufe  thy  fuccours  lend. 
Say  what  horror  what  confuflod, 
Will  each  finful  heart  difmay  ; 
What  diftrefTes,  tortures,  aiiguifhy 
Reign  in   that  tremendous  fej/,7^*/>^ 

2  Rumbling  Thunders  forky^ftjLiugs, 
Ghaftly  glaring  thwart  the  gloom  ; 
Nature  fhaking  to  her  center, 
Groans  prophetic  of  her  doom. 
Cliffy  rocks  and  lofty  'mountains, 
O'er  the  trembling  bafis  rock  ; 
Whi*e  Earth  yawns  in  dreaful  chafme, 
With    each  ftrong  repeated  mock. 

3  Seas  with  horrid  palpitation, 
I   -vv.ge  round' their  frighted  mores, 
Bluftcring  wind  with  frantic  fury, 
Through  each  ruin'd  fabric  roars, 
The  Sun's  bright  orb  is  veil'd  infackcloth 

StrippM 


JUDGMENT.  305 

Stripp'd  of  all  his  fparkling  beams  ; 
The  moon  hasdropp'dherfilver  radiance 
And  diffblves  in  purple  ftreams.    , 
Star?  of  light  divinely  brilliant. 
Studding  night,  Cimmerian  robe ; 
Hurb'd  in  darknefs  from  their  orbits, 
Each  a  darken'd  ruin'd  globe. 
Hark  !    the  martial  trumpet  founding 
Rends  in  twain  the  cryftal  iky  ; 
Vengeance  blazing  lights  the  concave 
Of  profound  eternity. 

See   the  fovereign  ^Ether  furling ; 
Nobler  fcenes  falutes  mine  eyes ; 
Heav'n  in  folemn  pomp  descending, 
Crimfon  banners  drefs  the  fkics. 
On  the  arched  frriped  rainbow, 
Sits  enthron'd  the  eternal  God, 
Myriads  of  Celeftial  Warriors. 
Round  him'wait  his .awful  nod. 

Go,  he  gwews,  ye  winged  herald, 
Bring  my  faints  from  ev'ry  wind,  [fom'd 
Thofe  my  blood  from   death  has  ran- 
Thofe  in  life's  fair  volume  penn'd, 
Strait   a  holy  troop  obfequious, 
Swift  as  lightning  fkim'd  along, 

I  o  And 


3ob  JUDGME  NT. 

And  from  ev'ry  grave  collecting, 
Jefus*  dear  redeemed  Throng. 

7  Death  no  more  with  livid  afpect, 
Spurs  his  fallow  fteed  to  flay  ; 
Now  the  ravenous  foe  difgorges, 
Ail  his  long  impriibn'd  prey, 
Rous'd  from  Tombs  each  wicked  rifes5 
By  the  trumpet's  thrilling  found, 
Round  they  ftare  with  wild  amazement, 
"Wond'ring  at  the  fcene  profound, 

8  Fill'd  with  horror  dread  and  anguifli, 
Rocks  and  mountains  they  implore, 

To  fall  and  crufh  them  out  of  being ;  y 
"Wifhing  now  to  be  no  more. 
Hark  the  Herald  calls  to  judgment, 
Juftice  draws  her  glittering  fword, 
Lightning  glances  from  his  afpecl:  5 
Thunder  clothes  his  awful  word. 

a.  Go  ye  cut  fed  fill'd  with  vengeance., 
Nor  for  peace  my  name  invoke  •, 
Ye  who  once  defpifd  my  mercy, 
And  my  fury  dare  provoke  : 
Go  to  pits  of  burning  fulphur, 

EV34» 


JUDGMENT.  307 

Ever  banifh'd  from  my  reft, 
"Where  the  fouls  eternal  larumr 
Ceafelefs  beats  your  pulfive  breafr. 

HYMN  CCCIX.  8  and  7,  Newport  Coll.         A* 
'Judgment, 

I    "         O,   th' Almighty  King  of  Glory r 
JL_J    Sends  his  awful  fummons  forth  ! 
Calls  the  nations  a!l  before  him  ! 

From  the  eaft,  fouth,  weft  and  north! 
His  loud  trumpet,  his  loud  trumpet,  lib 
loud  trumpet, 
Rends  the  tombs  the  dead  awake  t 
2   Now  behold  the  dead  ariftng  ; 

Great  and  fmill  before  him  ftand  $ 
Not  one  foul  forgot,  or  miffing, 

None  his  orders  countermand; 
Ali  ftand  waiting,  all  ftand  waiting  aii 
ftand  waiting, 
For  their  laft  dcciftve  doom. 

$  Now  the  Saviour  ;   once  defpifed, 

Comes  to  judge  the  quick  and  dead: 
See  his  foes  each  one  with  honor, 

Lifting  up  his  guilty  head. 
How  they  tremble  j  how  they  tremble, 

how 


3o8  JUDGMENT, 

how  they  tremble ! 
At  the  Lamb's  tremendous  bar  ! 

4  Now  they  fee  him  on  the  rainbow, 

With  his  counblefs  guards  around  ; 
Saints  and  Angels  his  retinue, 

With  their  harps  of  fvveeteft  found. 
Hallelujah!   Hallelujah!  Hallelujah; 

Echoes  fweet  from  all  the  choir. 

5  Now  his  chofen  gladly  meet  him, 

All  feraphic   all  divine  ! 
J    Lo,  they  join  the  glorious  army, 

Whofe  bright  robes  the  fun  outfliinel 
All    triumphant  !    all    triumphant  !  all 
triumphant, 
See  the  grand  Redeemed  throng. 

6  Then  behold  the  dreadful  fentence, 

On  the  foes  of  Chrift  is  paft  : 
Down  to  hell  without  repentance, 

All  the  guilty  croud  is  caft, 
While    the    ranfom'd,    while   the  ran- 
fom'd,  while  the  ranfom'd, 

All  applaud  the  righteous  doom, 

7  Now  attend  the  noble  army, 

Waih'd  in  their  Redeemer's  blood  ; 

Swift 


JUDGMENT.  309 

Swift  and  joyful  is  their  journey, 

To  the   palace  of  their  God  ! 
All  vi&orious  !  all  victorious  !  all  vic- 
torious, 
Hallelujah  to  the  lamb  f 
Epiphonema, 
O  ye  finnerS  now  give  glory, 

To  the  great  eternal  Three  ! 
"While  fuch  danger  lies  before  you, 

Can  you  unconcerned  be  ? 
Judgment  haftens  !  Judgment  haflens! 

Judgment  haftens  : 
Mercy,  mercy  now  implore  ! 

KYMN  C'CCX.  The  Coll.-  A. 

"Judgment. 

i   '         O  he  comes  in  clouds  defcending3 
jt    1    Once  for  helplefs  finuers  flain  ! 
Thoufand,  thoufand  iaints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train. 

Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah, 
All  the  Angels  cry  amen. 

2   Ev'ry  eye  fhall  now  behold  him, 
Rob'd  in  dreadful  majefty, 
Thofewho  fet  at  nought  and  fold  him, 

Pierc'ct 


3io  JUDGMENT. 

Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree 
Deeply  wailing,   &c. 
Shall  the  true  Meffiah  fee. 

3  Ev'ry  ifland,  fea,  and  mountain, 

Heav'n  and  earth,  fhall  flee  away ; 
All  who  hate  him,  muft  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  j 
Cdme  to  judgment,  &c 
Come  to  judgment  come  away. 

4  Now  redemption  long  expected,  - 

See,  in  folemn  pomp  appear  ! 
All  his  faints  by  man  rejected, 
Now  fhall  meet  him  in  the  air  ! 
Hallelujah,  &c. 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

5  Anfwcr  thine  own  bride  and  Spirit, 

Haften  Lord  the  gen'ral  doom, 
The  new  heav'n  and  earth  t'inherit, 
Take  thy  pining  exiles  home, 
All  creation,   &c,      , 
Travails!  groans!  and  bids  thee  come. 

6  Yea,  amen  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thy  eternal  throne ! 

Saviour, 


JUDGMENT.  31 1 

Saviour,  take  the  pow'r  and  glory ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own, 
O  come  quickly,  &c. 
Hallelujah!  come  Lord  come. 

HYMN  CCCXI.     The  Coll.  jr. 

Judgment. 

LO  !  he  cometh,  countlefs  trumpets, 
Blow  before  the   bloody  fign  ; 
'Midft  ten  thoufand  faints  and  angels, 

Seethe  crucified  fhine. 
Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah!    Hallelujah! 
Welcome  welcome  bleeding  lamb  ! 

Now  his  merit  by  the  harpers, 
Thro'  th'  eternal  deep  refounds; 

Now  refplendent  fhine  his  nail-prints, 
Ev'ry  eye  fhall  fee  his  wounds, 

They  who  pierc'd  him,  &c.  &c. 
Shall  at  his  appearance  wail, 

Ev'ry  ifland,  fea,   and  mountain, 
Heav'n  and  earth  ihall  flee  away, 

All  who  hate  him,  mud:  afhamed, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day: 
Come  to  judgment,  &c.  &c. 
Stand  before  the  fon  of  man. 

4  Saints 


3iz  JUDGMENT. 

4  Saints  who  love  him,  view  his  glory, 

Shining  in  his  bruifed  face, 
His  dear  perfon  on  the  rainbow, 
Now  his  people's  head  fhall  raife  : 
Happy  mourners,   &c.  &c. 
Lo  !  in  clouds,  he  comes,*  he  comesl 

5  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 

See!  in  folemn  pomp  appear  ; 
All  his  people   once  rejected, 
Now  fhall  meet  him  in  the  air : 

Hallelujah  i  &c.  &c. 
Now  the  promis'd  kingdom's  come. 

6  View  him  fmiling  now  determined 

Ev'ry  evil  to  deftroy ; 
All  the  nations  now  fhall  fing  him, 
Songs  of  cverlafting  joy  : 

O  come  quickly,   &c.  &c. 
Hallelujah  come  Lord  come. 

HYMN  CCCXII.  8  and  7  Altered  by  Toplady.         J. 
( Helmjley  tune.  J  Iniutation. 

I  f^  ome  ye  iinners  poor  and  wretched, 
\^  Weak  and  wounded,  fick  and  fore 
Jefus  ready  ftands  to  fave  you, 

Full  of  pity,  love  and  pow'r  ; 
f       lie  is  able 

He 


INVITATION.  313 

He  is  willing  ;  doubt  no  more. 

2  Ho  !   ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh 
Without  money 
Come  to  Jefus  Chrift  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  confcience  make  you  linger 

Nor  of  fitnefs  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitnefs  he  requireth 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him 
This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam* 

4.  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  your  Maker  proftrate  lies  F 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
It  is  finifh'd" 
Sinner  will  not  this  fuffice  ? 

;  Lo  !   th*  incarnate  God  afcended, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood, 
Venture  on  him,   venture  freely 
Let  no  other  truft  intrude, 
None  but  Jefus 

6af*t 


3i4  DISMISSION. 

Can  do  helplefs  finners  good. 

6  Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert 
Sing  the  praifes  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  blifsfull  feats  of  Heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name. 
Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  fame. 
HYMN  CCCXIII  8  &  7,  8  &  7,  4  &  7,  Rippon's  Coll.  J. 
Difmifiiott, 

ORD  difmifs  us  with  a  blefling, 
1L  J  Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace, 
Let  us  each  thy  love  pofTefTing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 

O  refrefh  us  ! 
Trav'Iing  through  this  wilderneft. 

'<i   Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
May  the  fruit  of  thy  falvation, 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  : 
May  thy  prefence, 
With  us  ever  more  be  found. 

3   So  whene'er  thefignal's  given, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Born*  on  Angels  wings  to  Heaven, 

Glad 


FINISHED  REDEMPTION.     j$ 

Glad  to  leave  our  cumb'rous  clay, 
May  we  ready, 
Rife  and  reign  in  endlefs  day. 
IYMN  CCCXIV.  twice  8  &  7,  4  &  7,  Rippon's  Coll.  7, 
Fhijhtd  Redemption. 

Hark!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy, 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ! 
See  it  rends  the  rocks  afunder, 

•  Shakes  the  earth  and  veil's  the  fky  ! 

"  It  is  fmiuYd!" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry  I 

It  is  finifh'd  !    O  what  pleafure 

Do  thefe  charming  words  afford  ! 
Heavenly  bleffings  without  meafure, 

*  Flow  to  us  from  Chrift  the  Lord. 

*  It  is  finifh'd  ! 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

FiniuYd  all  the  types  and  fhadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law! 
Finim'd  all  that  God  hath   prcmif'd  t 
Death  and  hell  no  more  fhall  awe. 
It  is  finifh'd 
I  Saints^  from  hence  your  comfort  draw: 

4  Tune 


3x6  INVITATION. 

4   Tune  your  harps   anew,  ye  feraphs, 
Join  to  fing  the   pleating  theme  r 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praife  Immanuel's  name  ! 
Hallelujah  ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

HYMN     CCCXV.         The  Coll.  J. 

Invitation. 

I    j/^OME,  yefinners,   come  to  Jefus, 
\^Ji    Think  upon  your  gracious  Lord  j 
He  has  pity'd  your  condition, 
He  has  fent  his  gofpel  word. 
Mercy  calls  you, 
Wercy  flows  on  Jefus'  blood. 

1  Deareft  Saviour  help  thy  fervant 

To  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love  : 
Pour  thy  grace  upon  this  people, 
That  thy  truth  they  may  approve; 
Blefs  Cf  blefs  them 
From  thy  fbining  courts  above. 

3   Now  thy   gracious  word  invites  them 
To  partake  the  gofpel-feaft  : 
Let  thy  Spirit  fweetly  draw  them, 
Ev'ry  foul  be  Jefus'  gueft. 


For    REVIVAL.  gt; 

O  receive  us 
Let  us  find  thy  promiPd  reft. 
HYMN  CCCXVI.  8  &  ;,  8  &  7,  4  &  8,  or  12  &  7. 
Alter'd  by  Ryland,  J. 

Rrcyerfor  Revival. 

I    O  AVIOUR  yifit  thy  plantation, 
\^y    Grant  us  Lord  a  gracious  rain! 
All  will  come  to  defolation, 
Unlefs  thou  return  again: 
Lord,   revive  us, 
All  our  help  muft  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  diftance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high; 
Left  for  want  of  thine  affiftance, 

Ev'ry  plant  fhould  droop  and  die. 
Lord,    &c. 

3  Surely,   once  thy  garden  flourifli'd, 

Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green; 
Then  thy  word  our  fpirits  nourifh'd, 
Happy  feafons  we  have  feen  !  Lord  &c. 

4  But  a  drought  has  fince  fucceeded, 
And  a  fad  decline  we  fee; 

Lord,   thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee.  Lord  &c. 

5   Where 


3i8  FOR    REVIVAL. 

5  "Where  are  thofe  we  counted  leaders, 

Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth 
Old  profefTors,    tall  as  cedars, 
Brightexamplestoouryouth    Lord&c 

6  Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  fhall  meet  no  more  below, 
Some,   alas!   we  fear  are  blighted, 
Scarceaungleleafthcyfhow.   Lord  &c 

j  Younger  plants— the  fight  how  pleafan 
Cover'd  thick  with  bloflbms  ftood; 
But  they  caufe  us  grief  at  prefent, 
Frofts  have  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud! 
Lord,    &c. 

8   Deareft  Saviour,   haften  hither, 

Thou  canft  make  them  bloom  again 
Oh,   permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain;  Lord,    &c 

p  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers; 
Let  each  one  efteem'd  thy  fervant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  fnares: 
Lord,  &c. 


10 


Break 


WORDor  GOD  &c.  319 

10   Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  ftony  heart  to  flefh  ; 
And  begin,   from  this  good  hour* 

To  revive  thy  work  afrefti : 
Lord,   revive  us, 

All  our  help  muft  come  from  thee. 

HYMN  CCCXVIT.  8  &  7,  8  &  7,  twice  7.  The  Coll.  J. 

The  -word  of  Gad  more  precious  than  gold. 

I    T3RECIOUS  Bible!   what  a  treafure 
]L       Does  the  word  of  God  afford? 
All  I  want  for  life  and  pleafure, 

Food  and  medicine,  fhield  and  fword 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor, 
Having  this  I  want  no  more. 

Z  Food  to  which  the  world's  a  ftranger, 
Here  my  hungry  foul  enjoys  j 
Of  excefs  there  is  no  danger, 

Tho'  it  fills,   it  never  cloys. 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed, 
Here  is  meat  and  drink  indeed, 

$  When  my  faith  is  faint  and  fickly, 
Or  when  fatan  wounds  my  mind, 
Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly, 
Healing  medicines  here  I  find  : 

To 


320    PRAISE    to  the    REDEEMER. 
To  the  promifes  I  flee, 
Each  affords  a  remedy. 

4   I  i  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 
Satan  cannot  make  me  yield  ; 
For  the  word  of  confolation 
Is  to  me  a  mighty  fhield. 
"While  the  fcripture-tniths  endure, 
From  his  pow'r  1  am  fecure. 
HYMN  CCCXVIII.  8  &  7,  8  &  7,  twice  7; 
The  Coll.  A. 

Praife  to  the  Redeemer. 

ET  us  love  and  fing  and  wonder, 

■ft.  1  Let  us  praife  the  Saviour's  name; 

He  has  hufh'd  the  law's  loud  thunder,  ' 

He  has  quench'd  mount  Sinai's  flame; 

He  has  wafli'd  us  with  his  blood, 

He  has  brought  us  nigh  to  God. 

a   Let  us  fing,   tho'  fierce  temptation 
Threaten  hard  to  bear  us  down  ; 
For  the  Lord  our  ftrong  falvation, 
Holds  in  view  the  conqu'ror's  crown, 
He  who  wafh'd  us  with  his  blood, 
Soon  will  bring  us  home  to  God. 

3- Let 


RELATIVE    DUTIES         321 
I   Let  us  wonder,   grace  and  juftice 
Join  and  point  to  mercy's  {lore: 
When  thro' grace  in  Christ  our  truftis 
Juftice  Aniles  and  afks  no  more. 
He  who  wafh'd  us  with  his  blood, 
Has  fecur'd  our  way  to  God. 
Let  us  praife  and  join  the  chorus 
Of  the  faints  enthroned  on  high  f 
Here  they  trufted  him  before  us, 
Now  their  praifes  fill  the  fky, 

Thoo  haft  wafh'd  us  with  thy  blood, 
Thou  art  worthy,  Lamb  of  God  ! 
Yes  we  pxaife   thee,   glorious  Saviour; 
Wonder,    love  and  blefs  thy  name; 
Pardon,   Lord,   our  poor   endeavour, 
Pity,   for  thou  know'ft  our  frame. 
Wafh  our  fouls  and  fongs  with  blood, 
For  by  thee  we  come  to  God. 

iYMN  CCCXIX.  Twice  8  &  7  Do.  The  Coil.       7. 
Relative  Dz.xties 

CHriftians  in  your  feveral  ftations, 
Dutiful  to  all  relations, 
Give  to  each  his  proper  due, 
Let  not  their  Unkind  behaviour, 

Make 


322       RELATIVE  DUTIES. 

Make  you  difobey  your  Saviour, 
His  command's  the  rule  for  you,  v 

2  Parents  be  to  children  tender, 
Children,   full  obedience  render, 
To  your  parents  in  the  Lord  ; 
Never  flight  nor  difrefpect  them, 

Nor  thro'  pride,  when  old  reject  .them  ; 
'Tis  the  precept  of  the  word. 

3  Wives,  to  Hufbands  yield  fubjection; 
Hufband  with  a  kind  affection, 
Cherifh,  as  yonrfelves,  your  wives, 
Mafters  rule  with  moderation, 
Svvay'd  byjuftice,  not  by  paffion, 
To  the  fcriptures  fquare  your  lives. 

A  Servants,   ferve  your  mafterjtruly  ; 
Not  unfaithful,  nor  unruly, 
To  the  good  nor  to  the  bad, 
Nob  refufing  what  youV  bidden  ; 
Nor  replying  when  you'r  chidden, 
?Tis  the  ordinance  of  God. 

5   This  fliall  folve  th'  important  queftion, 
Whether  thou'rt  a  real  Chriftian, 
Better  than  each  golden  dream  : 
Better  far  than  lip  exprefhon, 

TowVin? 


ISAIAH,         LIII.  323 

Tow'ring  notions,  great  profeffion, 
This  fh.all  mew  your  love  to  him. 
HYMN  CCCXX.  Twice  8&7D0.  The  Colledcion. 
Ifaiah,  (liii)  J, 

WHO  hath  our  report  believed, 
Shiloh  come,  is   not  received., 
Not  received  by  his  own  ; 
Promis'd  Branch  from  root  of  JelTe, 
David's  offspring  fent  to  blefs  ye, 
Come  too  meekly  to  be  known. 

Like  a  tender  plant  that's  growing 
Where  no  water's  friendly  flowing, 

No  kind  rains  refrefh  the  ground? 
Drooping,  dying  we  mall  view  him3 
See  no  charm  to  draw  us  to  him, 

There  no  beauty  will  be  feen 

Lo!   Meffiah  unrefpeaed, 

Man  of-  grief,   defpis'd,   rejected, 

Wounds  his  form  disfiguring, 
Marr'd  his  vifage  more  than  any, 
For  he  bears  the  fin/of  many, 

All  our  forrows  carrying. 
No  deceit  his  mouth  hath  fpoken, 
Blameiefs,  he  no  law  had  broken  ; 

Ye* 


324  ISAIAH,    LI1I. 

Yet  was  number'd  with  the  worfl  : 
For,  becaufe  the  Lord  wouM  grieve  him 
We,   who  faw  it,   did  believe  him 

For  his  own  offences  curft. 

5  But  while  him  our  thoughts  accufed, 
He  for  us  alone  was  bruifed, 

Stricken,  fmitten  for  our  guilt: 
"With  his  ftripes  our  wounds  are  cured. 
By  his  pains  our  peace  allured, 

Purchas'd  by  the  blood  he  fpilt. 

6  Love  amazing  fo  to  mind  us  ! 
Shepherd  come  from  heaven  to  find  us 

Silly  flieep  all  gone  aftmy! 
Loft,  undone  by  our  tranfgreffions  ; 
Worfe  than  ftript  of  all  pofTeflions, 

Debtors  without  hope  to  pay. 

7  Fear  our  portion,   flaves  in  fpirit, — 
He  redeemed  us  by  his  merit, 

To  a  glorious  liberty  : 
Dearly  "firft  his  goodnefs  bought  us, 
Truth  and  love  then  fvveetly  taught  us" 3 

Truth  and  love  have  made  us  free. 

8  Blehed  be  the  pow'r  who  gave  us, 
Freely  &ave  his  Son  to  fave  us  y 

BlefsM 


J  U  D  G  M  E  N  T.  325 

Blefs'd  the  Son,   who  freely  came: 
Honour,   blefljng,   adoration, 
Ever  from  the  whole  creation 

Be  to  God,   and  to  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  CCCXXI.  Five  8  &  7.  TUc  Coll.         J. 

Judgment. 

HE  comes!  he  comes!  the  judge  fevers 
The  feventh  trumpet  fpeaks  him  near 
His  lightnings  flafh,    his  thunders  roll. 
He's  welcome  to  the  faithful  foul; 
Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome 
Welcome  to  the  faithful  foul. 

2    From  heay'n  angelic  voices  found. 
See  th'  Almighty  Jesus  crown'd! 
Girt  with   omnipotence    and  grace, 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face  3 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face* 

I   Descending  on  his  azure  throne, 
He  claims  the  kingdoms  as  his  own  5 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lor  u; 
Haiihim,  hailhim,  hailhim,  haiihim, 
Hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord, 

K  4  Shout 


326     CHRIST  WITHDRAWN. 

4  Shout  all  ye    people  of  the  fky, 
And  all  the  faints  of  the  mod  high  : 
Our  God,   who  now  his  right  obtains, 
For  ever,   and  for  ever  reigns, 

Ever,   ever,   ever,   ever, 
Ever,   and  for  ever  reigns. 

5  The  Father  praife,   the  Son  adore, 
The  Spirit blefs  for  evermore: 
Salvation's  glorious  work  is  done, 
We  welcome  the  great  three  in  one  ; 

Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome 
Welcome  the  great  three  in  one. 
HYMN  CCCXXII.  Eights,  of  twice  3  fyllables  &  v 
Chrif  rciih.haTvn.         The  Coll.  J. 

1  tf\    Whilt  0iaU  1  d°  t0  retIiieVe, 

%^J  The  love  for  a  feafon  beftow'd-, 
'Tis  better  to  die  than  to  live 

Exil'd  from  the  prefence  of  God  : 
With  forrow  diftrafted  and  doubt, 

With  palpable  horror  oppreft, 
•the  city  I  wander  about, 

And  feek  my  repofe  in  his  breahV 

2  Ye  watchman  of  Ifrael,  declare, 

If  ye  my  beloved  have  feen, 

Ati 


What  think  ye  of  Christ         327 
And  point  to  that  heav'nly  fair, 

Surpaffing  the  children  of  men  : 
My  Lover  and  Lord  from  above, 
;  Who  only  can  quiet  my  pain, 
Whom  only  I  languifh  to  love, 
O  where  ftiall  I  find  him  again  ? 
3    The  joy  and  defire  of  mine  eyes, 

The  end  of  my  forrow  and  woe  ; 
My  hope,   and  my  heav'nly  prize, 
My  height  of  ambition  below  ! 
Once  more  if  he  mew  me  his  face, 

He  never  again  fhall  depart, 
Detain'd  in  my  clofeft  embrace, 

Conceal'd  in  the  depth  of  my  heart. 

HYMN  CCCXXIII.  Eights.  New  Jerufalcm. 

Newton.  J, 

What  think  ye  of  Cbrijll      Matt.  22  xlii. 

H  AT  think  ye  of  Chrift •   [s  the  teft 

Totrybothyourftate&yourfcheme, 
lou  cannot  be  right  in  the  reft, 

CJnlefs  you  think  rightly  of  him  ; 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not, 
So  God  is  difpofed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 

«r  2  Some 


W. 


328  What  Tiina  ye  of  Christ. 

1    Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 
A  man,   or  an  angel  at  moft  ; 
Sure  thefe  have  not  feelings  like  me, 
Nor  know  themfelves  utterly  loll  : 


ni 


So  guilty,   fo  helplefs  a 

I  durfl:  not  confide  in  his  blood; 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unlefs  I  wcr.2  lure  he's  a  God. 

3  Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  his  plan 
And  hope  he. his  help  will  afford, 

When  they  havedone  all  that  they  pap. 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 

(A  little  they  own,  they  may,   fail) 
They  purpofe  to  make  up  full  weight, 

By  calling  his  name  in  the  fcale. 

4  Some  fiiie  him  the  pearl  of  great  price* 

And  fay  he's  the  fountain  of  joys; 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 

And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys 
Like  Judas,   the  Saviour  they  kifs, 

And  as  they  falute  him  betray  ; 
Ah !  what  will  profeffion  like  this, 

Avail  in  his  terrible  day. 

si 


What   think    ye    of   Christ.       329 

5    If  affc'd  whit  of  Jefus  I  think  ? 

Tho'  ftillmy  belt  thoughts  are  but poor 
I  fay,    he's  my  me^f  and  my  drink, 

My  life  and  myftrength  and  my  ftore, 
My  fhepherd,  my  hufband,  my  friend, 

My  Saviour  from  fin  &  from  thrall, 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  All. 

KYMN  CCCXXIV.  Eights  New  Jerufalem. 

Newton.  J. 

J'frfh  mads  known  to  his  brethren.      Gen.  xlv.    3.   4. 

1  "^"TST  THEN  Jofeph  his  brethren  beheld 
VV.  Afflicledand  trembling  with  fear 
His  heart  with  companion  was  fill'd, 

From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear: 
A  while  his  behaviour  was  rough  ; 

To  bring  their  pan:  fin  to  their  mind 
But  when  they  were  humbled  enough, 
He  hailed  to  (hew  himfelf  kind. 

k   How  little  they  thought  it  was  he, 

Whom  they  had  ill  treated  and  fold! 
How  great  their  confufion  muft  be, 

As  foon  as  his  name  he  had  told  ! 
"   I  am  Jofeph  your  brother,  he  faid, 
And  frill  to  my  heart  you  are  dear, 

You 


33°  Joseph  made  known  to  his  brethren. 

You  fold  me,   and  thought  I  was  dead, 

But  God  for  your  fakes  fent  me  here." 

3  Tho'  greatly  di (trifled  before, 

When  charg'd  with  purloining  the  cup 
They  now  were  confounded  much  more 
Not  one  of  them  durft  to  look  up. 
1*  Can  Jofeph,  whom  we  would  have  (lain 
Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did  ? 
And  will  he  our  houfholds  maintain ! 
O  this  is  a  brother  indeed"  ! 

4  Thus  dragg'd  by  my  confcience  I  came, 

And  laden  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord  : 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  fhame, 

Unable  to  utter  a  word. 
At  firft  he  look'd  ftern  and  fevere, 

What  anguifh  then  pierced  my  heart 
Expecling  each  moment  to  hear, 
The  fentence,  u  Thou  curfed  depart." 

5  But  oh  !   what  furprife  when  he  fpoke, 

While  tendernefs  beam'd  in  his  face: 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke 

O'erwhelm'd  &  confounded  by  grace 
Poor  finner  I  know  thee  full  well, 

By  thee  I  was  fold  and  was  flaiii  ; 

But 


LONGING  after  CHRIS1.    331 

But  I  dy'd  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 
And  raife  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 

6  I  am  Jefus  whom  thou  haft  blafphem'd, 

And  crucify'd  often  afrefh ; 
But  let  me  henceforth  be  efteem'd, 

Thy  brother,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flefh 
My  pardon  I  freely  beftow, 

Thy  wants  I  will  fully  fuppfy  ; 
I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 

And  foon  will  remove  thee  on  high. 

7  Go,  publifh  to  flnners  around, 

That  they  may  be  willing  to  come, 
The  mercy  which  now  you  have  found 

And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room. 
Oh,  iinners,  the  melfage  obey  ! 

No  more  vain  excufes  pretend  ; 
But  come  without  further  delay, 

To  Jesus,  our  brother,  and  friend, 
HYMN  CCCXXV.    The  Coll.  P.  M.    8.  of  8.  A. 

Longing  after  Chrijl. 

I    "  F  long  to  behold  him  array'd 

X   With  glory  and  light  from  above; 
The  King  in  his  beauty  difplay'd, 
His  beauty  of  holieft  love  ; 

I 


33*         F  U  XERAL    HYM  H. 
I  Ianguifh  and  die  to  be  there, 

Where  Jefus  hath  fix'd  his  abode, 
O  when  ihall  we^meet  in  the  air, 
And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God. 
2   With  Him  I  on  Zion  {hall  fland, 

(For  Jefus  hath  fpoken  the  word) 
The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 

Survey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord  : 
But  when  on  thy  bofom  reclinVl, 

Thy  face  I  am  ftrengthened  to  fee 
My  fulnefs  of  rapture  I  find, 

My  Heaven  of  Heaven's  in  thee  t 
3   How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 
Secure  in  the  city  above  ! 
No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 

No  ficknefs  or  forrow  fhall  prove  i 
Phyfkian  of  fouls  unto  me 

Forgivenefs  and  holinefs  give, 
And  then  from  the  body  fet  free,. 
And  then  to  the  city  receive. 
-     HYMN  CCCXXVI.        The  Coll.  A. 

A   Funeral  Hymn. 

1      /k   **  •   Jovely  appearance  of  death, 
XA   No  fight  upon  earth  is  fo  fair; 

Not 


FUNERAL    HYMN.         333 
Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breathe, 

Can  with  a  dead  body  compare  5 
With  folemn  delight  I  fur  vey 

The  corps  when  the  fpirit  is  fled, 
In  love  with  the   beautiful  clay, 

Aud  longing  to  lie  in  its  ftead. 

2  How  bleft  is  our  brother  bereft 

Of  all  that  cou'd  burden  his  mind; 
How  eafy  the  foul  that  has  left 

The  wearifome  body  behind  ! 
Of  evil  incapable  thcu, 

Whofe  relics  with  envy  I  fee. 
No  longer  in  mifery  now, 

No  longer  a  finner  like  me, 

3  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  ficknefs  or  fhaken  with  pain; 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  fliall  vex  him  again  : 
No  anger  hence  forward  or  fhame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clav, 
Extincl  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  pafiion  is  vanifh'd  away. 

4  This  languifhing  head  is  at  reft 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er  *, 

K   c  This 


33 i  FUNERAL    HYMN/ 

This  quiet  immoveable  bread 
Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more  j 

This  heart  is  no  longer  the  feat 
Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain 

It  ceafes  to  flutter  and  beat, 
It  never  fhall  flutter  as;ain. 

j  The  lids  he  fo  feldom  could  clofe, 

By  forrow  forbidden  to  fleep, 
Seal'd  up  in  eternal  repofe. 

Have  ftrangeiy  forgotten  to  weep  : 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  fuppiies, 

Thefe  hollows  from  water  are  free  \ 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  thefe  eyes 

And  eviT  they  never  (ball  fee. 

6  To  mourn  and  to  fuffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prifon  I  breathe  $' 
And  ftill  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  prefs  to  the  iflues  of  de3th  ; 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew 

O  might  I  this  moment  become  ; 
My  fpirit  created  anew, 

My  flefh  be  confign'd  to  the  tomb. 

HYMN 


F  U  N  E  R  A  L.  335 

HY.VIN  CCCXXVU.  Eight's  of  twice  3  fyliables  &  z 
The  Coll.  J. 

Fancy.-:!. 

IfTOfannah  to  Jesus  on  high  ! 
1  JL    Another  has  enter'd  his  reft ; 
Another  has  Tcap'd  to  the  £ky, 

And  lodg'd  in  Immanuel's  breaft  : 
The  foul  of  our  brother  is  gone 

To  heighten  the  triumph  above  5 
Exalted  to  Jesusj|throne  ! 
Exalted  by  jEsusfclove  ! 

2   How  happy  the  angels  that  fall 

Transported  at  Jefusjpname  ! 
The  faints,   whom   he  fooneft  ihall  call, 

To  (hare  in  the  feaft  of  the  Lamb  ! 
No  longer  irnprifon'd  in  clay, 

Who  next  from  this   dungeon  fhali 
Who  fir  ft  ihall  be  fummon'd  away  ?    (fly  ? 

My  merciful  God  !.™  ]s  it  I? 

3   O  Jefus,-if  this  be  thy  will,    • 

That  fuddenly  I  /Jiould  depart, 
Thy  council  of  mercy  reveal, 

And  whifper  the  call  to  my  heart : 
O  give  me  a  fignal  to  know 

If  icon  thou  wculd'ft  have  me  remove 

And 


336      For  the  spirit  of  Adoption. 

And  leave  the  dull  body  below, 
And  fly  to  the  regions  of  love. 
HYMN  CCCXXVIII.  Six  Eight?.     The  Collection.  J" 
For  the  Spirit  of  Adoption. 

1  TTViTHER   (if  thou  my  father  art) 
JP     Send  forth  the  Spirit  of   thy  fori; 
Breathe  him  into  my  panting  heart, 
And  make  me  know  as  1  am  known, 
Make  me  thy  confeious  child,  that  I 
May  Father  Abba,lFather  cry  ! 

2  O  that  the  comforter  would  come, 
Nor  vifit  as  a  tranfient  gneft  ; 
But  fix   in  me  his  conftant   home, 
And  keep  porTeflion  of  my  breanV 
And  make  my  foul  his  lov'd  abode, 
The  temple  of  the  indwelling  God  I 

2    Come  Holy  Ghoft  my  foul  infpire, 
Atteft  that  I  am  born  again  ; 
Come  and  baptize  me,  Lord,  with  fire, 
Nor  let  thy  former  gifts  be  vain  : 
O  grant  the  fenfe  of  iin  forgiven, 
O  grant  the  earncft  of  my  Heaven. 

4   O  give  th'f  indifputable  feal, 

That  afcertains  the  kingdom   mine! 

That 


THE    PARDONING   C  O  D.  337 

That  powerful  ftamp  I  long  to  feel, 
The  fignature  of  love  divine ; 
O  ihed  it  in  my  heart  abroad, 
Fuinefs  of  love,   of  Heav'n  of  God  ! 

IJYMNCCCXXIX.  Six  Eights,     Prcfideat  Davis.     J 
The  Pardoning  Gqd. 

I  dT^I  Reat  God  of  wonders  all  thy  ways, 
VJP"  Are  matchlefs,  Godlike  and  di- 
But  the  fair  glories  of  thy  grace  [vine; 

More  Godlike  and  unrival'd  (hioe, 
Who  is  a  pardoning   God  like  thee  ? 

Or  who  has  grace  fo  rich  and  free  ? 

2  Crimes  of  fuch  horror  to  forgive, 

Such  guilty  daring  worms  to  fpare, 
This  is  thy  grand  prerogative, 

And  none  mall  in  the  honor  ftare. 
Who,   &c. 

3  Angels  and  men,   refign  your  claim, 

To  pity,  mercy,  love  and  grace  ; 
Thefe  glories  crown  Jehovah's  name, 
With  an  incomparable  blaze. 
Who,  Sec. 

4  Iu  wonder  loft  with  trembling  joy, 

We  take  the  pardon  of  our  God, 

K  2  Pardon 


338    J  O  I  N  I N  G  the  C  H  U  R  C  H. 

Pardon  for  crimes  of  deepeft  dye, 
A  pardon  bought  with  Jefus'  blood. 
Who,  &c. 
5   O  may  this  ftrange,  this  matchlefs  grace, 
This  God  like  miracle  of  love, 
Fill  the  wide  earth  with  grateful  praife, 
And  all  the  Angelic  Ho  its  above, 
Who  is  a  pard'ning  God  like  thee  ? 
Or^who  has  grace  ib  rich  and  free? 
CCCXXX.  P.  M.  6  of  8.    The  Coll. 

Joining  the   Church.  A° 

WELcome,  thou  wellbelov'd  of  God, 
Thou  heir  of  grace  redeem'd  by 
[blood  ; 
Welcome  with  us  thine  hand  to  join, 
As  partner  of  our  lot  divine  : 
Abundant  bleffings  from  above, 
Give  him,  we  pray,thou  God  of  love. 

3   With  us  the  pilgrim's  ftate  embrace; 
We're  traveling  to  a  blifsful  place, 
The  new  Jerufalem  above, 
The  radiant  throne,   the  feat,  of  love. 
The  Holy  Ghoft  that  knows  the  way, 
Conduct  thee  on  from  day  to  day  ! 

3  The 


•     TRUSTING  in  GOD.         339 

3  The  ftafF  of  promife  now  receive, 
Thy  weary  footfteps  to  relieve, 
The  chief  fupport  the  trav'ler  knows, 
Leaning  on  which  he  forward  goes* 

Thus  if  for  reft  thy  fpirits  call, 
Leaning  on  which  he  cannot  fall. 

4  With  peace,  with  ceafelefs  peace  bifhod, 
The  fhoes  of  peace  receive  of  God ; 
Thefe  keep  from  pain  the  pilgrim's  feet, 
And  make  the  rugged  way  feem  fweet. 

So  Sion's  paths  (hall  ever  prove, 
The  paths  of  joy,  and  peace  and  love, 
5   Thus  onward  move  with  upright  pace  ; 
Stedfaft  purfue  the  gofpel  race,: 
Fill'd  with  the  power  of  truth  divine, 
Prove  all  the  ftrength  of  Jefus  thine. 
Commiffion'd  angels  Toon  {hall  come, 
And  waft  thee  to  thy  wifn'd  for  home. 
CCCXXXI.  P.  M.  6  of  8.  (Pf.  chtiv.y  A. 

Tri'Jiing  in  God. 

i   T'LL  pralfe  my  maker  with  my  breath, 
J[   And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death 
Praife  {hall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs, 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 


While 


340       TRUSTING    in   GOD. 

White  life,   and  thought,  and  being 
Or  immortality  endures.  Haft. 

2   Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  may  die,   and  turn  to  du ft  : 
Vain  is  the  help  of  flefh  and  blood  ; 
Their  breath  departs  their  pomp  and 
pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour  ; 
Nor  can  they  make  theirpromife  good. 
3    Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely, 
On  Ifrael's  God,  he  made  the  flcy, 
And  earth  and  feas  with  all  their  train, 

His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  : 
He  faves  the  opprefs'd  he  feeds  the  poor, 
And  none  (hall  find  hispromife  vain, 
4   He  loves  his  Saints,  he  knows  them  well; 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 
Ihy  God  O  Zion  ever  reigns  ; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 

In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 
Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. 


cccxxxir. 


THE  BOOK  of  NATURE.    341 
CCCXXXII.  P.  M.  C  of  8.  (Pf.  six)  A. 

The  Booh  of  Nature. 

1  4^\  Reat  God  the  heav'ns  well  order'd 
\JT  frame, 

Declares  the  glory  of  thy  name  *, 
There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  fhine, 
A  thoufand  {tarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  m^rks  appear, 
Of  boundlefs  pow'r  and  fkill  divine. 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 
Lectures  of  heav'nly  wiidomread; 
"With  filent  eloquence  they  raife, 

Our  thoughts  to  our  creator's  praife, 
And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftructions  run, 
Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  fun, 
And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice; 
The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom, 

dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eafr, 
R.olls  round  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where  e'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 

He  imiles,  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  : 

K  o  All 


342  PRAISING    GOD. 

All  nature  joins  to  {hew  thy  praife, 
Tims  God  in  ev'ry  creature  fhines  5 
Pair  as  the  book  of  Nature's  lines,    i 
But  fairer  is  the  book  of  Grace. 

CCCXXXIII.  Six  eights.  Greenfield  tune.  (Pf.  96.)  J. 

1  T  ^  a^  r^ie  eartk  tneJr  voices  raife, 
JL_J  Tofingrhechoicerrpfalm  of  praife 
To  ling  and  bUfs  Jehovah's  name  -, 

His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 
Kis  wonders  to  the  nations  fhew, 
And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim. 

2  The  Heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord  ;' 

The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word 
The  nations  have  Jehovah  known:    . 

Our  worlaip  (hall  no  more  be  paid 
To  Gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made, 

Oiir  maker  is  our  God  alone,  ; 

3  He  fram'd  the  Globe,  he  built  the  fky, 

He  made  the  fliini  ng  wo  As  on  high,   ■ 
And  reigns  compleat  in  glory  there 

His  beams  are  majefty  and  light ; 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright  ! 
-   His  temple  how  divinely  flair. 


Come 


THE  LORD  REICNETH.     343 

4   Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  houn 

When  earthmallfeelhisfavingpow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  : 

•    Then  (hall  the  race  of  men  confefs, 

The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

"i  And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim 

HYMN  CCCXXXIV.  Twice  loandtwice  ilTheColl  J# 

The  Lord  re'rgneth. 

1  ^\TE  fervantsof  God,  your  matter  pro- 
;  claim ; 

And  publifh  abroad  his  wonderfulname; 
The  name  all   victorious  of  Jefus  extol ; 
His    Kingdom    is    glorious,    and    rules 
over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  fave  •, 

:  And  ftill  he  is  nigh  his  prefence  we  have, 
The    great    congregation    his    triumph 

(hall   fing 
Afcribing  falvation  to  Jefus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God,  who  fits  on  the  throne; 
2  Let  all  cry   aloud  and  honour  the  Son  : 

Our  Jefus>praifes,  the' Angels  proclaim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces, 
And  worfhip  the  Lamb. 

4  Then 


344    For  THINE  is  the   KINGDOM. 
4  Then  let  us  adore, 

And  give  him  his  right  j 

All  glory  and  pow'r, 

And  wifdom  and  might : 

Ail  honour  and  bleffing, 

With  Angels  above,:  ^■■jjjcimA 

And*  thanks  never  ceafing, 

And  infinite  love. 
HYM/J  CCCXXXV  Twice  10  &  twice  II  The  Coll.  J. 

For  thine  is  the  Kingdom. 

1    ~y%7"  "^   ^0U^S  tnat  are  weak, 
JL      And  helplefs,  and  poor, 
Who  know  not  to  fpeak  j 
Much  lefs  to  do  more  ; 
Lo  !    here's  a  foundation 
For  comfort  and  peace 
In  Chrifl:  is  falvation  ; 
The  Kingdom  is  his. 

2   Then  be  not  afraid, 

All  power  is  given 
To  Jefus  our  head, 

Inearth  and  in  Heav'njk 
Thro*  him  we  (hall  conquer 

The  mightieft  foes ; 


For  THINE  is  the  KINGDOM.  345 

Our  Captain  is  ftronger 
Than  all  that  oppofe. 

His  pow'r   from  above 

He'll  kindly  impart  *, 
So  free  is  his  love, 

So  tender  his  heart, 
Redeem'd  with  his  merit 

We're  wafh'd  in  his  blood  ; 
Renewed  by  his  Spirit 

We've  power  with  God. 
Thy  grace  we  adore, 

Director  divine  ; 
The  kingdom  and  pow'r 

And  glory  are  thine  : 
Preferve  us  from  running 

On  rocks  or  on  {helves  ; 
From  foes  ftrong   and  cunning. 

And  moft  fromourfelves. 

Reign  o'er  us  as  King, 

Accomplifh  thy  will  *, 
And  pow'rfully  bring 

Us  forth  from  all  ill.; 
Till  falling  before  thee 

We  laud  thy  lov'd  name, 

Afcribing 


346  THE  BURDEN'D  SINNER. 
Afcribing  the  glory- 
To  God  and  the  Lamb. 
HYMN  CCGXXXVI. Twice  10  fctWice  nThc  Col!.  J 
The  Burden  d  Sinner.  * 

1  A  H  !  what  can  I  do, 
11  Or  how  be  fecure 
If  juftice  purfue, 

What  heart  can  endure  ? 
When  God  fpeaks  in  Thunder, 

And  makes  himfelf  known,   , 
The  heart  breaks  afunder, 

Tho'  harder  then  {tone  ? 

2  With  terror  I  read 

My  fins  heavy  fcore, 
Their  number  exceeds 

The  fand  on  the  fhore 
Guilt  makes  me  unable 

To  ftand  or  to  flee  ; 
So  Cain  murder'd  Abel, 

And  trembled  like  me. 

3  Each  fin,  like  his  blood, 

With  terrible  cry- 
Calls  loud  upon  God, 

To  ftrike  from  on  high, 
Nor  can  my  repentance, 

Extended 


THE    BURDEN'D    SINNER.  347 

Extended  by  fear 
Reverfe  the  juft  fentence 
Tis  juft  tho'  fevere. 

4  The  cafe  is  too  plain, 

I  have  my  own  choice. 
Again  and  again 

I  flighted  his  voice, 
His  warnings  neglected, 

His  patience  abuf'4, 
His  gofpel  rejected, 

His  mercy  refuPd. 

5    And  muft  I  then  go 

Forever  to  dwell 
In  mi  fry  and  woe 

With  devils  in  hell  ! 
O  where  is  the  Saviour 

I  fcorn'd  in  time  paft  ?: 
His  word  in  my  favour 

Would  fave  me  at  laft. 

6  Lord  Jefus  !    on  thee 

I   venter  to  call, 
O  look  upon  me 

The  vileft  of  all : 
For  whom  didft  thou  languish 

And  bled  on  the  tree  ? 

0 


34«       PRAISINGCHRIS  T. 
O  pity  my  anguifli, 

And  fay,  «  twas  for  thee." 
7    A  caufe  fuch  as  mine  ^ 

Will  honour  thy  pow'r, 
All  hell  will  repine 

All  Heaven  will  adore, 
if  in  condemnation 

Strict  juflice  takes  place, 
It  fhines  in  falvation, 

More  glor'ous  thro'  grace. 

HYMN  CCCXXXV1I.  Twice  10  &  twice  n  Rippgn's 
Coll.  4 

Praifmg  thrift. 

|UR   Saviour  alone, 
The  Lord  let  us  blefs, 
Who  reigns  on  his  Throne, 

The  Prince  of  our  peace  ; 
Who  ever  more  faves  us 

By  fheddinghis  blood; 
All  hail,  Holy  Jefus, 

Our  Lord  and  our  God  \ 
2   We  thankfully  fmg 

Thy  glory  a  vd  praife, 
Thou  merciful  fpring 


Of 


J 


The  LORD  will  PROVIDE.       £49. 

Of  pity  and  grace  :. 
Thy  kindnefs  for  ever 
^^o  men  will  we  tell, 
And  fiy,   our  dear  Saviour 

Redeems  us  from  hell. 

2    P refer ve  us  in  love, 

While  here  we  abide  :. 
O  never  remove 

Thyprefence  nor  hide 
Thy  glorious  faivation, 

Till  each  of  us  fee 
"With joy  the  blefd  vifion, 

Completed  in  thee. 

HYMN  CCCXXXVIII.  Twice  10  &  twice  II  Newtown?, 
The  Lord  ivil!  provide.        Gen.   xxii.  V.  14- 

i    *TPHG'   troubles    afTail    and   dangers. 
J[        '   affright, 
Tho'  friends  mould    all   fail,  and   foes 

all  unite  ; 
Yet  one  thing  fecures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The    promife    affures  us,  the  Lord  will 
provide. 
2  The  birds  without  barn  and  ftore-houfe 
are  fed  : 

From 


^50    The  LORD  will  PROVIDE 

From    them    let  us    learn    to  truft  for 

our  bread  :  (deny'd, 

His  faints  what  is  fitting    fhall   nHbe 

So  long  as  'tis  written,  "the  Lord  will 

provide," 

t  We  all  may,  like  {hips,  by  tempeft  be  tofr, 

On  perilous  deeps,  but  can  not  be  loft; 

Tho'fatan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide; 

Yet    fcripture   engages,  the    Lord    will 

provide. 

4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abraham. of  old. 
We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes 

us  bold  :  (fure  guide, 

For  tho'  we  are  ftrangers,  we  have  a 
And  truft  in  all  dangers,  the  Lord  will 

provide, 

5  When  fatan  appears  to  ftop  up  our  path, 

And  fills  us  with  fears,   we  triumph  by 

faith :  (try'Q) 

He  cannot  take  from  us,  {tho'  oft  he  has 

"I  he  heart  cheariug  promife,   the  Lord 

will  provide. 

6  He  tells  §s  we're  wea'k: cur  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  thatwefeek,  we  neVe  mall  obtain 

feu* 


REPENTANT    SINNER.    351 

But  when   fucli  fuggefiions  our  graces 

have  tryM,  (provide. 

This  anfwers  all  queflions,  the  Lord  will 

;No  ftrength  of  our  own,  nor  goodnefs 

we  claim, 
Our  truft  is  all  thrown  on  Jefus'  name  v 
In  this  our  ftrong  tower  for  fafety  we  hide 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord   will 

provide. 

When  life  finks  apace,  and  death  is   in 

view,     ,  (us  through  •, 

The  word    of  his   grace    fhall  comfort 

Not  fearing  or  doubting  with  Chrift  on 

our  fide,  (provide. 

We  hope  to  die  (homing,  the  Lord  will 

HYMN  CCCXXXIX.  Twice    10,  &  twice,  n, 

Repentant /inner.  The  Coll.         J. 

EAR.  Jesus,   here  comes, 
And  knocks  at  thy  door/ 
A  beggar  for  crumbs, 
DtilrefTed  and  poor: 
Blind,   lame,   and  forfaken,- 

All  roll'd  in  his  blood, 
At  laft  overtaken, 

Wheel 


352     REPENTANT    SINNER. 

When  running  from  God. 

2  To  afk  children's  bread, 

I  dare  not  prefume, 
But,  Lord,  to  be  &d, 

With  fragments  I  come: 
Some  crumbs  from  thy  table, 

O  let  me  obtain, 
For  lo,   thou  art  able, 

My  wants  to  fuftain. 

3  I  own  I  deferve, 

No  favour  to  fee, 
So  long  I  did  fwerve, 

And  wander  from  theej 
'Till  brought  by  affliction, 

My  follies  to  mourn, 
Now  under  conviction, 

To  thee  I  return. 

4  Great  God,   my  defert, 

Is  nothing  but  death, 
And  hence  to  depart, 

For  ever  in  wrath  ; 
Yet,  Lord  to  this  city, 

Of  refuge  I  flee, 
O  let  thine  eye  pity, 

A  finner  like  me  r 


The  LAST    JUDG  M  E  M  T.      353 

£   For  fince  thou  hafl:  faid, 

Thou  wilt  cad:  out  none, 
Tli at  flee  to  thine  aid, 

As  finners  undone  : 
Now,  Lord,   I  am  come  as, 

Condemned  to  die, 
And  on  this  fweet  promife, 

I  humbly  rely. 

6  I  cannot  depart, 

Dear  Jesus,   nor  yield, 
'Till  feels  my  poor  heart, 

This  promife  fulfill'd, 
That  I  may  for  ever  * 

A    monument  be, 
To  praife  thee  free  Saviour, 

Of  finners  like  me. 

CCCXL.  Four  10,  &  twice  11.     (Pf.  1.)  f» 

The  laji  Judgment. 

HP  he  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth 
-"*  Callsthefouth  nation  &awakesthenorth 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread, 
Thro'  diftant  worlds  &  regions  of  the  dead 
The  trumpet  founds*,  bell  trembles:  heav'n 

rejoices  j, 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  witli  chear- 
ful  voices,  2  No 


354      The  LAST  JUDGMENT 

2  No  morefhall  Atheiftsmock  his  long  de 

lay  : 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more;  heboid  th 

day; 
BeJiold  the  judge  defcends,  his  guards  are 

nigh  ; 
Tempers  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  iky  i 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  fhall  adore 

him  : 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  befo 

him. 

3  "  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near ; 

let  all  things  come 
fc  Tohear  myfentenceand  thefinnersdoom, 
f*  But  gather  firft  my  faints  ;  (the  Judge 

commands) 
f  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  dift- 

ant  lands. 
When  Chrift  returns,  wake  ev'ry  chearful 

paffion  ; 
And  fhout,  ye  faints,  he  comes  for  your 

falvation. 
4  Behold  my  cov'nant  ftands  for  ever  good 
SeaPd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 
And  fign'd  with  all  their  names  ;  the 

Greek,  the  Jew,  Tha* 


■ 


Great  AND  precious  promises.     355 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip  pr  the  new. 
There's  no diftinclionherejoinallyour voices 
•ind  raife  your  heads,  ye  faints,  for  heav'n 
rejoices. 

;  "  Here(faith  theLord)yc  angels,  fpread 

their  thrones,  (fons. 

<  And  near  me  feat  my  favourites  and  my 
«  Come,  my  redeem'd,  poffefs  the  joys 

prepar'd, 
'-Ere  time  began  ;  'tis  your  divine  reward, 
jhen  Chrift  returns,  wake  ev'ry  chearful 

paffion  ; 
(Vnd  fhout,  ye  faints,  he  comes  fur  your 

falvation. 
HYMN  CCCXLI.  Elevens,     Rippon's  Coll.     J. 

Exceeding  great  and  precious  $>romifcs. 

HOW  firm  a  foundation  ye  faints  o£ 
the  Lord, 
laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word 
What  more  can  he  fay  than  to  you  he  hath 

faid? 
^ou,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled 

l   In  ev'ry  condition,  in  iicknefs,  in  health 
ta  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth; 

At 


id 


356  GREAT  and  PRECIOUS  PROMISES: 

Athome&abroad,ontheland,onthe  fea 
"   As  thy  days  may  demand,  fhall  rhy 
"  frrength  ever  be. 

3  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be   not 

"  difmay'd, 
Pv>*-cc  I,   am  thy  God,  and  will  ftiil  give 
"  thee  aid  ; 
"  I'll  ftrengthcn  thee,  help  thee,   and 

"  caufe  thee  to  ftand, 
"  Upheld  by  my  righteous  omnlpotei 
"  hand. 

4  "  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thea 

"  to  go, 
"  The  rivers  of  woe  fhall  not  thee  oveiv 

"  flow ; 
<c  For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles 

"  to  blefs, 
ft  And  fan&ify  to  thee,  thy  deepeft  dift- 

"  refs, 

5  "  When  thro' fiery  trials  thy  path-way 

"  fhall  lie, 

"  My  grace  all  fufficient  fliall  be  thy  fuDply  I 

"The  flame  fhall  not  hurt  theel  only  def^gn 

€t  Thy  drofs  to  confumc,   and  thy  gold  to-  I 

'*  refine. 

6  "  Etred 


J  U  D   i:  M   E  N  T.  357 

o   "  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people 

"   lhall  prove, 
"  My  fov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable 

"   love; 
i(  xlnd  when  hoary  hairs  lhali  their 

Y   temples  adorn, 
**  Like  lambs  they  (hall  ftill  in  my  bo- 


ibm  be  bornf# 


Ci  The  foul  that  on  Jefus  hath  lean'dfor 

"   repofe, 
"  I  will  not,  I  will  not  defert  to  his  foes  y 
"  That  foul  tho'  ail  hell  mould  endea- 

"   vour  to  fhake, 
"  I'll  never— no  never— no  never  forfake." 
HYMN  CCCXLIL  '       Lyric  Poems.         J. 

f%.  \  t   HE1^  t^ie  ^erce  north  wind  with 
V  V  his  airy  forces 

Rears  up  the  Bal tick  toa  foamingfury: 
And  the  red  lightning,  with  a  florm  of 
hail  comes, 

Rufliins:  amain  down. 
2   How  the  poor  Tailors  ftand  amazVi  and 

tremble  ! 
While    the  hoarfe  thunder,,  like  a  bloody 
trumpet,  Roair 


358  J  U  D  G  M  E  N  f. 

Roar/aloud  Onfet  to  the  gaping  waters, 
Quick  to  devour  the 

3  Such  (hall  the  noife  be,  &  the  wild  diforder" 
(If  things  eternal  may  belike  thefe  earthly) 
Such  the  dire  terror  when  the  great  arch- 
angel, 

Shakes  the  creation^ 

4  Tears  the  ftrcng  pillars  of  the  vault  of 

Heaven, 
Breaks  up  old  marble,  the  repofe  of  princes _ 
See  the  graves  open,  and  the  bones  arifing 
Flames  all  around  'em. 

5  Hark,  the  mrill  outcries  of  the  guilty 

wretches  ! 
Lively  bright  horror,  and  amazing  anguifn 
Stare  thro'  their  eye-lids  while  the  living 

worm  lies, 

Gnawing  within  them 

6  Thoughts  like  old  vultures,   prey  upon 

their  heart  firings, 
And  the  fmart  twingds,  when  the  eye  be 
holds  the 


Lofty 


PERSEVERANCE.  359 

Lofty  judge  frowning,  and  a  flood  of  ven- 
geance, 

Rolling  afore  him. 

7  Hopelefs  immortals  f  how  they  fcream 
and  fliiver, 

While  devils  pufh  them  to  the  pit  wide- 
yawning 

Hideous  and  gloomy,  to  receive  them 
headlong 

Down  to  the  centre 

8  Stop  here  my  fancy, /all  away  ye  horrid 
Doleful  Ideas,)  conSTto  Jesus, 

How  he  (its  God-like  &  the  faints  around 
him, 

ThronM  yet  adoring 

9  O  may  I  fit  there  when  he  comes  trium- 

phant, 
Dooming  the  nations!  then  afcendto  glory 
While  our  Hofannas  all  along  the  paflage, 
Shout  the  Redeemer, 
HYMN  CCCXLIII.    P.M.    Mtfs:  P — -r        A. 

Pirffoerance, 

I   T^^TOW  Chrift  again  to  me  appears 
\^    Banifhing  all  my  dOubts'and  fears 

With* 


36o         PERSEVERANCE. 

With  his  furprifing  grace  ; 
He  fays  fear  not  for  you  I  died, 
Remove  thy  doubts,  look  in  my  fide, 
Thy  foul  with  joy  at  my  right  hand 
At  the  laft  day  I'll  place. 

2  Tho'  fin  within  thee  yet  remains 
Againft  thy  will  it's  grace  that  reigns, 
And  ihall  the  conqu'ror  prove  ; 

Sin,  earth  and  hell  in  vain  combine, 
To  pluck  thee  from  thofe  hands  of  min< 
Thou  art  fecured  in  the  arms 
Of  ever  laft  ing- love. 

3  Fear  not  tho'  all  the  earth  engage 
Againft  thy  foul,  with  belli  ill  rage  j 
I'm  earth's  foundation's  prop  : 
The  government  is  laid  on  me, 
I  have  all  power  to  fuccour  thee  ; 
Then  lean  on  my  eternal  arm 

I'll  not  deceive  thy  hope. 

4  They  fooner   may  the  mountains  moi 
Than  thee  deftroy  or  change  my  love, 
Or   alter  what  I  fwore, 
The  Sun  and  Moon  may  ceafe  to  ftiine> 
The  Earth  and  all  therein  decline  ; 

Cut 


WHEN  I  lo< 
And  the: 


Faith  looks  within  the  vail.      361, 
Bur  my  eternal  love  {lands  firm 
And  mall  ror  evermore. 

HYMN  CCCXLIV.    P.  M.     Mrs.  P r.      A.  ' 

Faith  looks  iviibin  the  vail. 

ok  up  to  Heaven, 
ere  my  Jefus  view  5 
When  faith  to  me  is  given, 
Thole  wonders  to  purfue  : 
I  cry  out   O  amazing, 
Aironifh'd  at  the  light ; 
And  ever  would  be  gazing, 
In  raptures  of  delight. 

i  There  on  a  throne  moft  glorious. 
With  fweet  delight  I  fee, 
Exalted  and  victorious, 
The  Man  that  died  for  me  ; 
Co-equal  and  eternal, 
He'll  with  the  Father  reign  5 
And  all  his  foes  infernal 
Againrt  him  rage  in  vain. 

He  mines  through  Heav'ns  glad   regions 
With  fuch  tranfcendant  light,. 
Ail  the  celeftial  legions, 
Are  daz'led  at  the  light ; 

L  With 


362     Faith  looks  within  the  veil. 

With  faces  veil'd  before  him, 
Bright  Cherubs  lowly  fall, 
And  joyfully  adore  him, 
As  Sovereign  Lord  of  all. 

4  The  faints  with  joy  and  gladnefs, 
InveiPd  before  him  ftand, 
Torever  freed  from  fadnefs, 
"With  victory  in  their  hands  ; 
In  fpotlefs  robes  adorned 
Crowns  on  their  heads  they  wear^ 
Tho'  once  by  finners  fcorned 
Now  like  their  Lord  appear. 
C. 
5  They  join  their  griattul  voices, 

To  praife  the  facred  Three, 
AH  Heaven  around  rejoices. 
In  fweeteft  harmony  •, 
To  God  the  glorious  Father* 
The  Spirit  and  the  Son, 
By  all  his  works  together, 
Be  equal  honour  done. 


INDE 


I     N     D     E     X. 

A. 

ADORING  Jems,  260,  290. 
Addrefs  to  the  Holy  Spirit,  2». 
Afcenfion  of  Chrift,  51. 
Attraction  of  the  Crofs,   77. 
Almoft  Chriftian,   146. 
All  gracious  God  thy  people  hlefs,   152. 
Awake  and  fing  the  fong  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb,  l6$\ 
Affociation  of-  Churches,  204,  205,  2®;. 
An  happy  moment,  303. 

B. 

B  O  O  K  of  God's  word  and  nature,  7,  48. 

BleflingGod,   15 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit,  31. 

Breathing  after  Holinefs,  57. 

Bleffed  Gofpel,  60. 

Believer's  Hope,  91. 

Breathing  after  Heavenly  things,  93. 

Baptifm,  168,  170,   171,  J72,  173,  174,  175,  374; 

Bleeding  Saviour,   193. 

pieffings  of  the  Gofpel,  263. 

Barren  Fig-Tree,  266. 

Backflider's  Prayer,    279,  23o. 

Birth  of  Chrift,  286. 

Buried  with  Chriil  in  Baptifm,  30^ 

Book  of  Nature,  332. 

Burdened  Sinner,  336. 

C. 

CRAVING  the  Spirit,  18. 
Creation  and  Providence,  4.7. 
Clean  Heart,  29. 
Condefcenfion  of  God,  40. 
Creation  and  Redemption,  42. 
Chrift  and  His  Church,  50. 
Chrift  precious,   58. 
Chrift's  Interceffion,  6$, 
Contrition,   78. 
Chriftian  Soldier,  81. 

Chriftian'* 


INDEX. 

Christian's  Expectation,  92. 

Con  plaint  cf  Spiritual  Sloth,  JIZ. 

Christian  happy,   121. 

Chvfing  the  better  part,  129. 

Confidence,  136. 

Completenefs  of  Chrift,  137. 

Chrift  the  only  Saviour,  140. 

Chrift  Juftifies  and  Sanctifies,   159. 

Chrift's  Kingdom  and  Majefty,   164. 

Complaint  of  Ingratitude,  166. 

Commiffion,  169. 

Conftitution  of  a  Church,  194,  195,  196,  197. 

Covenant  God,  264. 

Ceremonial  Law,   268. 

Chrift's  Refurrec~tion,  276. 

Chrift  our  Life,    288. 

Converfe  with  Chrift,  298.'  " 

Chrift  the  heJiever's  All,  301. 

Come  thou  font  of  every  blefhng,  304. 

Come,  defcend,  O  heavenly  Spirit,  305. 

Chrift  withdrawn,  322. 

D. 

DELIGHTin  Public  Worfhip,  21. 

Devout  Retirement,  33. 

Difn  iffion,  68,  6i),  151,  161,  i6(,  313. 

Defiring  affurance  of  God's  favour,   74. 

Different  Succefs  of  the  Gofpel,  113. 

Deartnefs  under  the  word,   115. 

Dying  Saviour,  127,  181. 

Defiling  the  Divine  Prefence,  135. 

Diftrefsof  Soul,   157. 

Divine  Glories  and  Graces,  180. 

Doubting,  285. 

Death  and  Glory,  306. 

E. 

EXHORTING  to  Worfhip,  19. 

Exhortation  to  Praife,  24. 

Excellency  of  the  Scriptures,  28. 

Encouragement  to  wait  on  God,  54.  I.zekit\ 


\ 


1    N     D    %    X. 

JEzekiel  xxxvi.  26.  107. 

Exceeding  great  and  precious  promifes,  341* 

F. 
FEAR  not,  38. 
Flefh  and  Spirit,   1 1 6. 
Faith  in  (Thrift  our  Sacrifice,  162. 
Fails  and  Thankfgiviug  for  Vidory,  208,  209,  210,  JIT, 

213- 
Fads  and  Than kfgiving,  219. 
Funeral,  220,  221,  222,  223,  224,  226,  227,  228,  22^, 

230,  231,  232,  233,  234,  326,  327. 
Funeral  Thought,   225. 
Family  Worfhip,    235,    237,    238,  239,  240,  241,  242, 

243,  244,  245,  246,  247>  248,  249>  250,  251,   2.52, 

253,  254,  255,  256,  257,  258,  259. 
Finifhed  Redemption,  295,   iT4> 
Faith's  Claim,  261.  * 

For  thine  is  the  Kingdom,  Z2,5- 
For  the  Spirit  of  adoption.  338. 
Faith  looks  within  the  vail,  344v 

G. 

GOD  glorified  in  the  Gofpel,  8. 

Gofpel  worthy  of  all-acceptance,  32.. 

Goodnefs  of  God,  33. 

God's  prefence  in  his  houfe,  37. 

Glorious  Gofpel,  39. 

God  exalted  above  all  praife,  43. 

Gofpel  Jubilee,  46. 

God's  Reafoning  with  men,  55. 

Grace,  61,   160. 

God  our  only  Happinefs,  73. 

General,   82. 

Godiy  Sorrow  for  Chrift's  Sufferings,  83. 

Glory  and  Grace  in  the  Perfon  of  Chrift,  134. 

God's  promife  unchangeable,   142. 

God  our  Support,  269. 

Gofpel  Trumpet,  275. 

H. 

HEAVENLY  Worfhip,  10, 
Holy  Boldnefs,  11,  97-  Heavenly 

^  3 


INDEX. 

Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth,  23. 

Heavenly  Praife,  25. 

Holy  Walk,  52. 

Hell  the  Sinner's  own  place,  67. 

How  Sad  our  State  by  Nature  is,  IOI. 

Heavenly  Gueft,    100. 

Heart  devoted  to  God,   141. 

Holy  Ghoft,   155. 

Heavenly  journey,  287. 

I. 

INVOKING  the  Spirit,  1,  22. 

Invitation,  5,  98,  145,  312,  315. 

Invitation  of  Chrift,  17. 

Joys  of  Heaven,  30. 

Immutability  of  God,  45. 

Joyful  Crurfe,  56. 

Jcfu,  Jefu,  deareft  Lord,  %. 

Joy  of  Converfion,  105 

Juftifn-ation  by  Chriit  only,  117, 

fnconftancy,  156. 

ifaiah,   9,   2. 

Jeius  Chriit.  300. 

Judgment,  308,  309,  310,  311,  321,  342. 

Jcicph  made  known  to  his  brethren,  324. 

Joming  the  Church,  330. 

K. 

XlNGDOMof  God  not  in  Word,  but  in  power,  65-  I 
Kingdom  of  Chrift,   lid. 

L. 
I.  O  R  D's  Day  Morning,  3. 
Loving  kindnefs  of  God,  16. 
Looking  upwards,   34. 
Longing  after  God,  41. 
Lord  is  God,  47. 

Lord  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diflrefs,  104. 
Living  and  dead  Faith,  106. 
Law  and  Gofpel,  144, 
Love  to  God,  130. 
Love  of  Chriit  foed  abroad  in  the  Heart,  ijo, 

Lord'* 


INDEX. 
Lord-'s  Supper,  176,   177,  17$,  1S3,  184,  185,187,  188' 

189,    190,    Iyl,    I9'2. 

Iienging  after  Ci  rift,  32.-. 

Let  ali  the  earth  their  voices  raife,  333. 

Lord  reigneth,  334. 

Lord  will  provide,  338. 

Laft  Judgment,  340. 

M. 

M  E  R  C  Y  and  truth,  126. 
Mifimprovement  of  time,  133. 
Myiienes  of  Providence,   153.' 
Meeting;,   206. 
Majefty  of  Chrift,   272. 
Morning  and  Evening,  293,  294. 

N. 

NE  W  Year's  Day,   76,  265,  29I. 
Kaked  as  from  the  earth  y,  z  came,  96. 

O. 
OBEDIENCE  and  Death  of  Chrift,  36. 
Once  more  before  we  part,   165. 
Ordination,    198,   199,   200,   201,   202,   203. 
Opening  Worfhip,  263. 
Opening  a  Place  of  Worfhip,  273. 

P. 

P  R  A  I  S  E  to  God  for  Creation  and  Redemption,  9, 

Public  Prayer  and  Praife,  12. 

Prayer,   14,   100,   154,  283.." 

Praife  to  our  Creator,  20. 

Providence  and  Grace,  49, 

Preached  "Word,  59. 

Pardoning  Grace,  62. 

Profpecb  of  Heaven  makes  death  eafy,  70. 

Praife  to  the  Lamb,   72,  88. 

Providence,  79. 

Parable  of  the  Sower,  85. 

Preffure  of  Sin,   103. 

Prayer  and  Hope,  111. 

Verfeverance,  118,343, 

Petition, 


I    N    D    E    X. 

"Petition,  120. 

Preparing  for  Death,  1 23. 

Pardon  and  Reft  for  the  weary  foul,  128,  132. 

Paffion  and  exaltation  of  Chrift,   158. 

Pardon  and  ftrength  from  Chrift,   179. 

Praife  for  National  Peace,   112. 

Public  Fail,  214,  215,  216. 

Power  and  Grace,  270. 

Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures,   2; I,  292. 

Poor  Sinner,  277,  278. 

Pilgrim's  Song,  282. 

Prayer  for  revival,  316. 

Praife  to  the  Redeemer,  318. 

Pardoning  God,  329. 

Praifmg  Chrift,  337. 

R. 

REVERENTIAL  Worfhip,  '4. 
Refurre&ion  of  Chrift,  64.  307 
Rapt&re,  80. 
Rejoicing  in  Hope,  87. 
Renewing  Grace,    IC2 
Repentance,   1 19. 
Remembering  our  latter  end,  149. 
Receiving  a  member,   186. 
Rejoice,  267. 
Redeeming  Love,  289. 
Reut-ive  Duties,  319. 
Repentant  Sinner,  339. 


26. 


SABBATH,  13. 
Song  to  creating  Wifdom, 
•Spirituality  of  God,  44. 
Succeftful  Refolve,  66. 
.Sar.ctification  fought,   71. 
Safety  in  God,   75. 
Salvation  approaching,  84, 
Si.  ner  converted,  90.   297" 
Sympathifmg  Saviour,   114. 
Senfe  of  Pardon  defired,  122* 
faints  dwell  in  Heaven,  131. 


Sinni 


INDEX. 

Sinnrr's  Prayer,  138. 

Stony  Heart,   147. 

Satan  repulfed,   148. 

Spirit,  water  and  blood,  182. 

Spiritual  Larrennefs,  296. 

Serioufnefs,  297. 

Spirit  of  Adoption,  328. 

T, 
TRIUMPHSof  Grace,  6. 
ThanKullnefs  for  Mercies,  35. 
Tribulation,  94. 
Trials  overcome  by  Hope,  95. 
Truft  in  God  under  difficulties,  139,  33^' 
True  Penitence,   147. 
Thankfgiving  for  victory,  213. 
Thankigiving,  (Public)  217,  218. 
True  experience,  281. 

V  O  I  C  E  of  Chrift,  284. 

W. 

WATCHFULNESS  and  Prayer,  89, 

Way  and  end,  righteous  and  wicked,  99. 

Weaknefs  bewailed,  109. 

Way  ro  Canaan,  143 

Wcro  of  God  more  precious  than  gold,  317* 

Who  hath  our  report  believed,  320. 

What  think  ye  of  Chrift,  323. 


A  TABLE. 


TABLE    OF    SCRIPTURES. 


Book. 
(jTENESIS, 

Chap. 

Ver. 

Hymn. 

22, 

14, 

338 

45. 

3.  4, 

324 

I  Samuel, 

7, 

12, 

3°4 

1  Kings, 

i*. 

20—39. 

47 

2  Kings, 

7, 

4, 

66 

Either, 

4, 

16, 

66 

Pfalms, 

73, 

25, 

73 

8j, 

15, 

46 

Ii5, 

1, 

72 

Ifaiah, 

1, 

18, 

55 

9, 

2, 

299 

55, 

I,    &C. 

98 

Ezekiel, 

fa> 

26, 

107 

Amos, 

3, 

1-6, 

209 

Zachariah, 

13. 

1, 

IOI 

Matthew, 

ir, 

28, 

17 

13, 

3  &  10, 

85 

22, 

42, 

313  ' 

26, 

4t, 

89  i 

28, 

J9> 

&' 

John, 

6, 

65, 

I*, 

32, 

«           77 

*9> 

24, 

159 

Acts, 

1, 

25, 

67 

i4, 

22, 

94 

Romans, 

6, 

4, 

302 

Ephefians, 

2, 

5, 

160 

Philippians, 

4, 

4, 

267 

I  Timothy,      , 

1, 

II, 

39 

I  Timothy, 
Hebrews, 

4, 

6, 

8, 
17—19, 

91 

142 

13, 

20, 

71 

I  John, 

5> 

6, 

180 

Revelations, 

3, 

20, 

128 

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